Still, Kerry was horny and she had hopes that one of these nights he'd tiring her off too. It happened occasionally, it was inevitable, she thought wryly. Her pussy was so horny that once in a while her body responded even to his awkward fumbling.

Swaying her hips in his face, she shivered with horniness. "Come on Elliot," she said. "If I'd wanted to be a nun I'd have entered a convent."

"Look who's rushing things," he snickered nastily. "The all-time ice-cube."

"Ice-cubes melt when they're handled the right way," she said sweetly.

He rubbed his prick around her cunt. That felt good. She knew he was only doing that to turn himself on, but it didn't matter. She'd take what she could get.

Kerry had always been a hot-blooded woman. Even as a teenager. That was why she'd married so young. Her mother had warned her that sixteen was too young to make a life-time commitment, but she hadn't listened. And had lived to regret it.

But Elliot had been so damn good-looking in those days and so sexy. She'd had no way of knowing the honeymoon would last such a short time and the living together would last so long. Kids didn't listen to their mothers. They should hold classes in school about those things. Then maybe young girls with hot pussy's would learn something about life.

There were compensations of course. She had a terrific kid in Jason and a nice house. As far as she knew Elliot was faithful and in his own way he loved her. She loved him, sort of. So far she hadn't cheated on him and she'd had plenty of opportunities. She was still a good-looking woman with big tits that hardly sagged and a nice flat belly from daily exercise. Sure, maybe she'd gained an inch or two around her hips, but she knew she was still built like a brick shit-house. She saw the way men stared at her when she walked down the street. There was no mistaking the look in their eyes. She was a juicy-looking, fuckable woman in the prime of her life with a clod for a husband.