Sally strolled out into the living room just in time to see her handsome thirty-year-old husband toss his jacket onto the couch and sink into a chair.

"Jesus,'" he sighed, "I'm bushed."

"Poor baby," Sally cooed, brushing up against his arm, "would you like something to eat?"

"No thanks," he said, "I caught some dinner in the cafeteria. But a martini would be nice."

"Of course, darling," Sally said.

She wiggled her hips as she strolled to the portable bar, and she undulated her body when she returned, but Jim seemed to be looking right through her. She handed him his drink and perched on the arm of his chair, running her fingers through his thick auburn hair. She could tell that his mind was far away on something else.

"Rough day?" she asked

"Uh-huh," he said. "How about turning on the tube? I think there's a baseball game."

Oh, super, Sally thought in disgust.

She turned on the TV and went to the bedroom to read. She wasn't interested in baseball, and she definitely wasn't interested in watching Jim watch baseball. All she cared about was getting some relief for the nagging need in her pussy. She waited patiently, until she was positive that nine innings had passed, and still Jim didn't come to bed. She returned to the living room and found him sound asleep in his chair.

"Fabulous," she sighed.

"Huh?" Jim exclaimed, waking with a start.

"It's bedtime, lover," Sally sighed. "Come on, before you get a cramp in your neck." She turned out the lights as Jim plodded to the bedroom.

She watched him hungrily as he undressed. He was really well built, six feet tall, broad-shouldered and lean. His body was well-muscled and hairy. Sally felt scalding juice leaking from her famished cunt and dribbling down her inner thighs as her naked husband got into bed. She pulled off her negligee and crawled in beside him.