Janet's hips jerked in little spasms of pleasure as her fingers worked the boiling pleasures in her cunt ever higher. Her legs clenched tightly together, the muscles in her calves and thighs knotting with tension, she started rocking up and down, the length of her body moving like a see-saw over the pillow, each shift in weight pressing her hands more forcefully against her yearning cunt.

At last the pressure became too great, the nerve endings too sensitive. She withdrew her hands and slid them again beneath herself, but this time between the pillow and the bed.

The folds of the pillow were caught between her cunt lips, the dryness of the fabric chafing the sensitive inner flesh of her labia. Her hands and fingers moved under the pillow, causing it to bunch and move like a live thing between the juncture of her wanton thighs.

Janet's ass cheeks tightened, pressed together in rapid convulsive jerks. If only Tom could walk in on her now, he'd certainly be turned on, he'd certainly tear off his clothes, revealing the length of that beautifully swollen cock of his. He'd certainly lower himself over her, putting his strong hands on her thighs and pulling them apart with the rough caress that he knew she loved. He'd certainly drag her up to her hands and knees and shove his dick inside her with all the power and force she loved.

She thought about her husband's prick, thought about his huge, hairy balls dangling below that rigid meat, so rich and full of the hot, creamy cum she loved to feel shooting home inside her twat. She imagined that he was with her, forcing his dick deep inside her, stretching the walls of her constricted vagina with the knob, so broad and purple with hot blood.