AN: People ask me why I don't write as many sex scenes as I used to, the truth is writing smut is hard and it takes me forever to write. Also it sort of gets repetitive for me. Also sometimes it just doesn't fit in the story. Once again this story has been completed, and it was a choose your own story for my s.


Santana raised a brow as she watched her wife make a beeline for her office after reading a story to their two daughters. "Charlie, the new episode of the Good Fight is out, and we're paying ten dollars a month for this show. You're the one that wanted to get it because you don't like to wait."

Charlie stopped and shifted uncomfortably before turning to look at her wife, her cheeks burning brightly. "I know but I've got so much work to do."

Santana narrowed her eyes at her wife, she had been acting odd all night. She was certain that Charlie was avoiding meeting her gaze, because every time she did her wife would go a bright shade of red. "What are you working on?"

"Just a report that I need to have done for Friday." Charlie lies vaguely, trying to come up with something that sounds plausible.

Santana rolls her eyes, "What's the point of being the boss if you have to hand your work in on time?"

"Ha, yeah." Charlie chews the inside of her lip guiltily. She's not sure what she should say. "We'll watch it later okay? In bed?"

Santana shakes her head, wanting to point out that her wife fell asleep when she was in bed and the television was on, but decides against it. "I'll bring you a snack in a bit?"

Charlie nods, and quickly scampers off to her home office. She closes the door and grabs her headphones before taking a seat in her comfy chair. "Okay, so research," Charlie mumbles reaching for her mouse so she could start her detective work, reopening the link that Noah had emailed to her. She made a mental note to find a suitable punishment for Noah later. She glances at the title of the video: Snixx creampie facial.

"What the fuck is a creampie?" she mumbles to herself before opening a new tab. She opens up google and quickly types in the name Snixx, and blinks as she stares at the number of results that show up. Nearly a million results. She chews on the inside of her lip, suddenly feeling guilty. She didn't have any secrets from Santana, at least nothing important. Even if it was on the internet it still felt like she was invading Santana's privacy. Confronting her wife would probably be the right thing to do. She just needed to think of how to do it in a way that wouldn't have Santana filing for divorce—

Snixx fucks herself into an uncontrollable orgasm

Charlie stares for a moment at the link and looks around guiltily before clicking on it. She had never once seen Santana touching herself and the thought sort of excited her. She flushes when she sees Santana, looking directly into the camera. She swallows and glances down when she feels pressure in her groin area, she was already starting to get hard. Would it be appropriate to—this was research. She just wanted to know how deep down the rabbit hole this went.

She pauses the video for a moment to make sure she has her headphones in and the volume down to the lowest that it can go before she can't hear it and turns the video back on. She was going to hell for this. She knew it but she wanted to see it desperately, and bites her lip as she watches Santana slowly begin to rub at her clit, groaning as she did it. She had fingered her wife many a times before, these days it was basically all she could do because they rarely had a moment to themselves, but this was different. This time she could actually see what Santana liked and what would get her off. It's the sound of a low whimper from Santana that causes her dick to fully stand to attention. She could practically feel the blood rushing down there. Santana suddenly dips a finger inside of herself and moans loudly, causing Charlie to swallow and slip her hand down the front of her pajama pants, gripping her dick tightly.

'Mmm,' Santana groan as she speeds up slightly. Her fingers slipping in and out of her body quickly. She spreads her legs a bit wider giving the camera a better angle. Her fingers work expertly playing with herself as she gasps and groans at her own ministrations.

Watching Santana's pussy get wetter and wetter, caused Charlie to swallow deeply. "Oh god," she mumbles as she tries to match Santana's pace. She wanted to know what was going through Santana's mind at that moment. Who she was thinking of? Had they met at this time? Or was it someone else, she had witnessed Santana getting fucked. How many had there been? She wasn't stupid, Santana was beautiful and smart, witty and perfect, she had just been super happy that Santana had chosen her of all people to spend the rest of her life with.

Santana suddenly pulls her fingers out, and picks up a magic wand, turning it on, and smirking at the camera before putting it against her clit. 'Oh.' she moans loudly as her body arches, and she presses her chest forward. 'Oh fuck!'

Charlie's eyes widen, sure she had gotten Santana wet before but she was absolutely dripping now. Maybe it was a trick of the light, or some pornographic movie magic but Santana's pussy had never been that wet for her before. What should we give to give it a taste? She bites her lip tightly as she bucks her hips and lets out a soft groan, her hand moving at a quick pace.

It doesn't take Santana long to cum, not with that device buzzing happily along her clit, as her body begins to quiver slowly at first, the muscles in her leg beginning to twitch.

What happens next isn't something that Charlie had ever seen Santana do. They had been happily married for ten years, and they had dated for two years before she had popped the question. They'd had a lot of sex before but she'd never in her life thought that Santana could squirt not like that. In fact, the camera was currently dripping with her cum. Charlie groans and pulls her dick out enough to unload onto her desk, feeling a strand of her own cum hit her face. Almost immediately she grabs some tissue that's on the desk to clean up, her hand smacks the box her eyes focused on Santana. Of course, Santana would scoop up some of her cum and taste it. Santana had never looked sexier.

Charlie groans as she slumps back in her chair and grabs the tissue to wipe the cum off her face and off her desk before slumping in her seat. She glances at the time and her eyebrow shoots up, there's another forty-five minutes of this? Of watching Santana cum over and over again. She runs a hand through her hair, she was sure that many of the results were just links to the same videos.

The screen goes black for a moment and Santana appears on screen looking slightly refreshed and still very naked, ready to begin the next scene and Charlie's eyes focus on the dildo between her legs which she slowly pushes into her body. Charlie swallows, eying the toy which meets little resistance as it slips into her. It was thick and long and possibly a bit bigger than she was but the way that Santana—

"Hey Charlie? You want some nachos?"

Charlie froze and looked up from where she was sitting down in her chair, glad that her desk was oak, and prevented Santana from seeing the fact that she had her dick out. She flushes when she sees her wife looking at her expectantly. "Uh—"

Santana sniffed and raised a brow, as Charlie's cheek turned a deep red. She was probably watching porn again. "You need to crack a window," Santana said after a moment. "So, nachos?"

Charlie immediately shook her head, and discretely changed the screen to a report, "No, I'll get heartburn again," she crinkles her nose at the thought. "I'm fine Santana, promise."

"I can see that, you've got a bit of—" Santana motioned to Charlie's hair, watching in amusement as Charlie touched the area where cum had landed and turned an even brighter red and began to babble as she reached for a tissue. "I'm going to check out the kids."

Charlie bit her lip, "Santana I—"

Santana held up her hand, she could see how much this had embarrassed Charlie and it hadn't been her intention. "You watch porn, I get it. I mean I'm slightly worried about what Noah's sending you that has you all worked up. But you know what, we've been busy lately and with Sophie's nightmares—which I'm sure she's faking so she can sleep between us we've sort of been on different pages lately. So, if you need a moment, then that's okay. It's healthy," Santana stressed.

Charlie shifts in her seat, and adjusts her pants a bit so she wasn't hanging out, she still felt guilty. "I just—"

Santana shook her head, "Look it's our eleventh anniversary in a couple of weeks, how about we both take some time off work, dump the kids on some poor unsuspecting family member and you know we can stay in, go to a fancy hotel, find some bed and breakfast—you know have fun."

Charlie nods at this, "I—sounds good Santana."

Santana nods, watching as Charlie relaxed a bit, the vacation would do them both some good. "Good, I'll take a look around alright? See what's available."

Charlie nods and slumps back in her chair a bit, studying Santana. "I like that, breakfast in bed the entire trip. Couples massages. Fun stuff."

Santana laughed and shook her head, "Right, anyway, I'll start looking. You really should get back to that report you were working on before you realize you've spent the whole night jacking off and you get yourself in trouble," with that she turns to walk back to the living room.

"Santana wait—" Charlie begins and freezes when Santana turns to look at her. She didn't know how to ask the question. She wasn't quite sure how to feel about everything. "I love you," she says finally.

Santana rolled her eyes, but there's a small smile tugging at her lips. "I love you too."

Charlie watches as Santana leaves and she shifts in her chair glancing at her computer again. That much was true, she did love Santana. It didn't matter what Santana had done in her past, she didn't care if Santana had fucked a million men and women in her past. That's all it was, her past.

With a flick of a mouse she opens the web page back and up and looks at Santana slowly fucking herself with the dildo and swallows. It wasn't technically cheating if she was watching Santana, right?