Why do I keep embarrassing myself.

Claudia decided to head back to her room after drinking a bottle of water in one long gulp.

Since Evelyn had reminded her of Mr. Harold’s request to watch the disc, Claudia felt she had no choice but to comply.

Besides, the last thing she wanted was to fall on her husband’s bad side.

Once inside her room, she closed the door behind her but didn’t bother locking it because she surprisingly felt safe enough not to.

‘Should I watch the disc now or in the afternoon?’ Claudia wondered, but the answer was far from reach.

Watching it during afternoon time didn’t seem like a good idea because what if Mr. Harold returned home earlier than expected?

Letting out a deep sigh, Claudia walked over to the bedside table, picked up the disc, and crossed the room to the shelf where the DVD player sat beneath the wall-mounted television.

Claudia’s room reminded her of something out of a luxury hotel. The kind she had only seen in magazines and billboards.

She slid the disc into the DVD player, turned on the television, picked up the remote from the shelf, and walked back to the bed, sinking into it as she prepared herself for what was to come.

“Hmm…Arrgh… fuck… fuckkkkkk!!”

Stunned!

Claudia jumped up from the bed in fright, her hands fumbling across the remote control as she desperately tried to lower the volume.

The moment the television turned on, the screen lit up with an explicit scene of a woman moaning as she moved a large purple dildo in and out of herself.

“Ohh, yeah… umm… umm…”

The moans grew louder, echoing through the room.

Claudia’s fingers trembled against the remote, but no matter how hard she pressed, the volume refused to drop.

Knock! Knock!

Then all of a sudden, a loud knock jolted Claudia, and before she could respond, the door swung open.

Evelyn stepped inside, quickly walking up to Claudia.

Without a word, she took the remote from Claudia and pressed a few buttons. The volume finally dropped.

“Pfft,” Claudia breathed out, her shoulders sagging as a wave of relief washed over her.

“I… I…”

Claudia stammered, opening her mouth to defend herself, but no words came.

Evelyn turned to Claudia, her voice calm. “Claudia, this is how you raise the volume, and this is how you lower it,” she explained, showing Claudia how the buttons worked.

Claudia nod. “Th… thanks.” She mumbled, her words barely above a whisper.

Evelyn smiled as she handed the remote control back to Claudia. “You’re welcome, Claudia. And like I said earlier, if you need help, just let me know and I wish you all the best in learnin—”

Her words trailed off as her gaze shifted to the television. “I wish you all the best in learning how to make yourself feel good,” she added gently.

Claudia swallowed hard and nodded. “Umm… thanks,” she stammered, still feeling awkward.

With that, Evelyn stepped out of the room and shut the door behind her.

Once again, Claudia’s eyes returned to the television.

“Why do I keep embarrassing myself?” she muttered, burying her fingers in her hair.

Claudia sighed and studied the remote, noticing small labels under each button that explained their functions.

“Let me just watch this and get it over with,” Claudia whispered to herself, pressing the button to restart the video from the beginning.

Onscreen, the naked woman lay comfortably in the middle of a large bed, her head resting gently against a soft pillow.

“Hello, guys. My name is Lizzy, and I’m going to teach you how to pleasure yourself until you squirt,” the lady said, smiling at the camera.

“First of all, if you want to take this lesson while lying down on your bed, your legs have to be spread wide open so your pussy can get some fresh air.”

Claudia nodded, almost as if she were taking notes of every word that escaped the woman’s mouth.

Claudia adjusted herself on the bed and spread her legs wide, waiting for the next instruction.

“So, once you’re in the same position as me, start by sliding your index finger into your mouth to get it moist with your saliva,” Lizzy purred, winking at the camera.

A few seconds later, Lizzy continued with her explanation.

“Pull your finger out of your mouth. Don’t be shy if your saliva drips from it, okay? Just close your eyes and think of someone you fantasize about—maybe a crush or an ex-lover.”

Claudia frowned. She didn’t have a real-life crush.

The only men she’d ever swooned over were fictional male leads from the romance novels she used to sneak from the library.

“This lady is annoying,” Claudia muttered through clenched teeth, choosing not to follow Lizzy’s instructions.

Instead, Claudia lowered the volume on the television, intending only to observe and learn from Lizzy’s actions.

She watched as Lizzy slid her index finger into her pussy, her head tilted back, eyes closed in what appeared to be bliss.

Claudia found the scene strange, almost absurd.

Lizzy moved her hips rhythmically, grinding into her own thrust before withdrawing her finger.

What stunned Claudia most was when Lizzy brought her fingers to her mouth, drooled a thick stream of saliva onto two more fingers.

With three fingers now wet, Lizzy slowly slid them back into pussy, while her other hand gripped the bedsheet tightly as she stroked herself with increasing pace.

Claudia stared in disbelief, her brows furrowing.

‘Is this really what Mr. Harold expects me to do?’  she wondered.

Even with the volume off, Claudia’s heart was beginning to race, and to her surprise, arousal slowly crept over her body. This was her first time experiencing anything like this.

“So watching a sexual encounter really does turn a lady on?” Claudia silently questioned herself. “I guess I have to try what Lizzy is doing,” she added inwardly.

“Pfft,” Claudia exhaled, shoving her index finger into her mouth and swirling it around her tongue until it was slick with saliva.

Pulling it out, Claudia used her other hand to tug down the waistband of her joggers.

With her eyes shut tightly, she imagined the image of a dark, brooding fictional man… one of the many characters she had secretly fantasized about.

Then, slowly, she slid her finger inside herself.

In and out… then in and out again.

Claudia’s breath hitched in quiet, broken gasps as her movements grew faster.

She could feel the wet heat building between her thighs, her body responding instinctively.

“Arrgh…” A soft moan slipped from her lips, catching Claudia off guard.

She froze for a moment, startled by the sound, but soon resumed, her finger thrusting deeper, faster.

Claudia’s mind clung to the imagined touch of the man in her fantasy, the illusion making her shudder with every stroke of her finger.

But just as she was beginning to lose herself in the moment, the door to her room burst open—

And standing there was…