"Where's my pussy!"

Lorna Killian heard her husband stumble through the door and shuck his clothes. She could smell the booze on his breath, and knew it wouldn't do any good to feign sleep. He moved through the darkness.

She guessed he hadn't been able to get into the two stewardess' panties he'd been after down by the pool earlier.

She felt his hand move between her legs, and then his thumb tweaked her clit. She moaned.

"Swell, you're awake," he slurred.

"You knew I was."

"Spread 'em, baby," her husband of one year hissed.

"Jerry, I'm tired… it was a busy night at the club."

"Shit!" He worked his fingers harder on her clit.

"What's the matter… didn't the swinger's apartment house we live in pay off in pussy for you tonight?" she murmured.

"Aw, baby, don't be mad. A man's just gotta have a little strange cunt now and then."

"With you, it's all the time," she replied curtly.

"Yeah… Well, right now I want your pussy!" He rolled her over onto her back and nuzzled his lips along the sensitive curve of her jaw.

"Damn you, Jerry."

But she let her knees fall open, spreading her cuntal slit to heighten the tingling sensation his fingers were causing. In spite of herself, she could feel her body responding to his manipulations. Hungrily, she kissed his lips, wanting to forget everything else and lose herself in sex. She moaned, her pussy already starting to seep the juices of her excitement.

As her cunt got wetter, her pussy dilated, and Jerry's finger slipped even farther into the sopping hole. Her spread cunt lifted to meet the finger, to take more. The need for sex became more and more frantic as the pace of the fucking finger picked up.

She thought she might even come.