She felt like a kitten, rubbing herself and squirming her body this way, and color flushed in her cheeks, shuddering from the movements of her softly massaging hands. No… no… I mustn't, she warned herself, and with some difficulty, she forced herself to stop the warm stroking. She groaned and turned over on her stomach, pressing the sensitivity of her clitoris tightly into the mattress, attempting to relieve the fire that was beginning to rage there.

But her mind continued to dwell on her husband, recreating his naked body vividly, and she could almost relive the times when he had buried his hardness up in her belly, and their hotly writhing coupling on this very same bed.

Robert Murphy's penis was in view now… Big, and thickly swollen with his lust for her body, hard as iron and jutting from his muscular, Air Force trained body in open, abandoned display of his excitement. Alice quivered, telling herself to stop thinking such lewd, sickly erotic scenes, yet as she lay heavily on her vividly pulsating stomach, holding her breath, she continued to feel a strange series of involuntary sensations churning deep in her belly and loins as the prurient images filtered like a stag movie through her head. Her breasts ached and her tiny nipples grew redder and hardened like little diamond chips as she imagined her husband coming forward, crawling on the bed… her own nakedly trembling thighs spread in welcome acceptance to his enormous cock which seemed to lead his body toward her…

A tender agony of delicious fire swirled through her vagina and womb, in spite of her inner revulsion at the lewdness and clarity of the pictures she was forming in her aroused mind.