It might be better to stay horny.

On the other hand, Diana was always horny, anyhow, and a single fuck wouldn't change that much.

Then she saw something that changed her mind.

Dan was starting to step into his pants, his outline dark against the pearly dawn light from the window, and as he raised one leg, his cockeyed wife saw the silhouette of his enormous cock hanging down.

That was plenty of inspiration.

"Dan?" she purred.

He looked up and his cock swung ponderously, throwing an elongated shadow across the floor. He was blessed with the biggest prick that Diana, in all her experience, had ever been lucky enough to encounter – which, truth be known, was the main reason she had wed him instead of one of her numerous other lovers and suitors.

"Did I wake you, dear?" he said.

"It's okay, darling," she murmured. He had lowered his leg now, without having stepped into his heavy wool hunting pants. But he was standing facing her now, his legs slightly spread, and she could still see the outline of his prick dangling down between his thighs.

His cock-knob was a heavy, wedge-shaped slab and his stalk was a thick tube, so that his prick was shapely as well as huge, the sort of contoured cock that pleased a lady.

"Why don't you come back to bed for a little while, darling?" Diana suggested.

She drew the covers aside and lay naked. If Dan was gifted with a gigantic cock, his wife had the female form to match it. Her tits were full and firm and capped by fat, rosy tips. Her legs were long and trim, her hips supple, her ass solid. Her blonde cunt bush was luxuriant, spreading in a wide vee from her groin and, below, her pussy was like a pool of quicksand, with her stiff cunt standing out like a pink post. Dan tossed his pants down and moved over to the bed, curling up beside her.

"Were you trying to escape without performing your marital duties?" she giggled.