Almost got caught with my hand between my legs

I’m 42. It was a regular weekday morning. Husband already gone, kids at school. I stayed in bed longer than usual with the phone under the covers. One thing led to another and my hand slipped down. I was already wet from whatever I’d been reading.

I kept it quiet and slow at first, two fingers circling. The house was so still I could hear every little sound. That made it hotter. I got more into it, knees up, hips moving, biting the inside of my cheek so I wouldn’t make noise. I came harder than I expected and just lay there breathing for a minute.

Then I heard the front door open. Husband had forgotten his laptop. I yanked the covers up and grabbed my phone like I’d been scrolling the whole time. He walked in, grabbed the laptop, kissed me on the forehead, and left again. My heart was still racing. After the door closed I finished myself off one more time, slower, thinking about how close it had been.