Now, back to business. There's no time to waste... Back to... uh...
Jon screwed up his face in thought. Something just felt... off about it, now that he was so opinionated about self-pleasure. Am I really going to sit here for the next 18 minutes, doing nothing but wishing for my stupid horny fantasies to come true? That was, in fact, exactly the plan, but with Jon's new moral fiber it suddenly sounded kinda pathetic. Actually, scratch that, it sounded really pathetic. What kind of loser has absolutely nothing better to do than to waste an afternoon doing that wrongness!?
Me, Jon realized as another little purr escaped his lips, I'd do it. He wasn't rubbing himself anymore, but that didn't mean his pussy was any less hungry for attention now. And he knew how he was, how he wished Sue was going to be when she was horny: Try as she might to ignore the need between her legs, eventually, somehow, she was going to slip up, cave in, do something she really really shouldn't if she was thinking clearly. And that'd just make it worse! It made him feel dirty, and sent a thrill of genuine fear through her; and, moaning at them, Jon resented with new moral conviction that both those feelings were turning him on so damn much. He felt like a bad girl, like a very naughty girl who'd done and would do very naughty things. And bad girls -- Jon squealed as another new idea thrust itself into him -- bad girls needed to be punished.
Trying to ignore how thirsty he was getting for this next wish, Jon gripped down hard on the stone and said, "I-I wish David was into p-punishing his wife when she's-... when she's been 'naughty.'" Jon stopped, but he felt, at the moment, absolutely no compulsion to whimper or to moan; the breath, and therefore the wish, was not over. "...sexually punishing her..." Jon whispered furtively, with a wish-induced flush of shame washing over him for allowing himself to say it. "...sometimes even magically, with the stone."
Jon took a breath, and as soon as he did it started coming back in shallow, erotic gasps that of course Sue just had to vocalize. This wasn't like that! Jon tried to tell himself, ashamed at the noise. I really do need David's help to keep me in line! He loves me and just wants the best for me, and I can't help myself thanks to those stupid wishes I made! He internally argued with nobody. It doesn't have a thing to do with wanting to be dominated by my giant, 6'6" husband, nope! I'm not some sort of slut who does things just because my pussy really, really wants me to do it, I'm not!
All the same he swiftly put the stone aside, very afraid of what he might do to himself with it next, and checked his watch. He had... 17 minutes! 17 minutes, yes, to sit there and not do anything with the stone. He could do that! He got through one minute alright, didn't he!? What's 17 more? Jon resolved to just leave the stone there, not pay attention to it, cross his legs and not pay attention to his needy whining or the achingly soaked feeling in his groin, and definitely, absolutely, positively NOT come up with anymore dirty ideas to tease or pleasure himself with the stone. He was morally opposed to it, after all!
