Before she married Robert, Catherine had been quite promiscuous, to the delight of the many men who dated her.

She had not cheated on Robert since they were wed, however.

She had thought about committing adultery and the idea was exciting, but she hadn't actually done it. She wasn't sure why, but she knew a large part of it was the fact that her husband was possessed of the biggest prick she had ever seen. That huge hunk of cockmeat was his main asset – and the main reason why she had married Robert instead of one of the other men who had proposed.

She didn't regret it.

But she did like to think about fucking other men.

Lying awake, on her back, Catherine cupped her hand over her crotch and squeezed gently. She wasn't really finger-fucking herself. She was just petting her pussy. Her cunt responded to her caress. The lips of her cunt unfurled like the petals of a pink blossom and the cunt slit opened into an oval slot that filled up with creamy cunt juice. Her clit began to tingle.

She thought about waking Robert for a fuck.

Or should she just finger-fuck herself, instead?

Robert, too, was lying on his back. Catherine reached across his hips and sought his prick. It was not hard, but even soft it was an impressive hunk of cockmeat. She stroked his prick with her fingertips and smiled as she felt it tense and tremble, awakening even though its master was still sound asleep.

A car pulled up in front of the house.

The engine was running. Catherine listened. After a few minutes, the car door closed and she heard Joanne walk up the front steps onto the porch. The car left. The front door opened. Joanne came in and came directly up to bed. Catherine heard her go down the hallway.

It was after one now. Catherine grinned wickedly. She figured that Joanne must have been doing something. If she wasn't fucking, she had at least been doing some heavy petting. The girl was certainly old enough to know what cocks were for. She had been out with a boy who had his own car and looked like a horny rascal.