Elliot's spunk still dribbled out of her asshole. She wondered if Jason knew his parents hated each other. She hoped not. It wasn't good for kids to have a cynical attitude about marriage.

Damn Elliot! she thought as she snaked a finger into her gash. If he did the job I wouldn't have to be in here jerking off. I'm a married woman, not an old-maid. At least old maids know what the score is. They know that if they want the job done they have to do it themselves. But she got married so she'd get fucked regularly. And here she was, sitting on the john and frigging herself dizzy!

Her hand ached and she forced herself to relax. When she was angry like this she couldn't come. And she had to have one little climax before she went back to bed. She'd never sleek otherwise.

Maybe she ought to find herself a boyfriend. She didn't think Elliot would care. Maybe he had a little action on the side. It was possible. Lots of married men did. At this point in her life she didn't much care. If some other woman could get him to light her fire, more power to her.

Marriage was a lousy idea anyway. It killed romance. Everyone knew it and everyone still wanted to get married. It was the security they were after, but it wasn't worth it. Still, the thought of having to go out and earn her own living sent a chill down her spine. What could she do? She'd been married since the age, of sixteen. What was she trained for, but to lay back and let some guy stick his cock in her cunt.

Now she spread her thighs wider apart and gazed down at her hairy gulch. Her clit stood up at the top of her slit like a tiny flag at attention.

Those African tribes who cut off the girls' clits had the right idea. At least then a woman didn't experience the frustration of trying to come without success. They knew what their cunts were for. In the Western world woman were fooled into thinking sex was for their benefit too. Bull shit, all of it!