Jim started to reach for the bedside lamp, but Sally snuggled up to him and kissed him, darting her hot little tongue into his mouth.

"I've been thinking about you all day," she said huskily.

"That's nice, honey," he yawned, "but I've gotta get some sleep." He turned out the light and rolled away from her.

"Jim," Sally said distinctly, "we haven't fucked in three weeks."

"Uh-huh," he muttered, already falling asleep.

Sally didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Jim really knew how to make a girl feel sexy! She'd practically thrown herself at him, and he'd yawned in her face. Now he was snoring, and she was lying there aching with lust. Her pussy was swollen and red-hot, and her starved twat just wouldn't quit leaking that hot sticky juice. She was dying to be fucked, but obviously Jim wasn't going to help her out.

"Damn it all," she sighed.

She didn't want to masturbate. It always made her feel like a guilty little kid. But she had to get some relief for her lust or go crazy. She rolled far over to her side of the bed and slid a hand between her legs. Her pussy was blazing hot, engorged, and very wet. She rubbed the puffed flesh and sighed with longing.

Even the slightest touch of her fingers against her swollen gash gave her a shiver of pleasure. But what she really wanted was her husband's big stiff cock. Moaning softly, she slipped one stiff finger up the velvety little tunnel of her cunt. Her finger wasn't half as big as Jim's cock. She slid a second finger into her seething box.

Better, but still not big enough. Sally shoved a third stiff finger up her cunt. That was more like it. The three bunched fingers felt like a huge hard prick. She began to jerk them in a rough cock-like motion, and she felt hot blasts of pleasure radiating from her cunt and ripping through her steaming pussy.

"Ahhhhh, yes," she moaned.

She knew Jim wouldn't hear her, no matter how loud she got. She moaned, sighed and gurgled with pleasure as she finger-fucked herself. God knows she needed the release, after nearly a month without sex. She'd even refrained from masturbating, hoping she and Jim could get together. Well, she could see now that there was no point in waiting for Jim. If she wanted to get off, she'd have to do it herself.