As horny as she was, Susan had often used many different objects to fuck herself with. She would shove something up her pussy, and then suck on it, pretending it was a cock. Sometimes she would stick something up her cunt and asshole at the same time, pretending she was being fucked that way. She never failed to experience the most satisfying orgasms when she did that. The only thing missing was having real, hard, hot cocks in her cunt and asshole. Her husband had caught her fucking herself this way once and there had been a horrible, bitter argument after which Susan stormed from the house and, for the first time in her life, deliberately searched for a man. Of course, she found one.

Susan was in her early thirties and extremely attractive. She had no difficulty attracting men. She had found a young man, probably in his early twenties, and she spent the night in a motel fucking and sucking him until the delighted man had been drained. The next morning he was so exhausted he could hardly get out of bed.

It had been shortly after that when she decided the only course of action was to divorce her straight-laced, puritan husband.

After her divorce she had pushed her sensuality into the dark corners of her mind and tried to forget it. She often thought how strange that was. When she was married, she wanted to fuck constantly and felt forced to take two lovers. Now free to go after any man she wanted, Susan had wrapped herself in her painting instead. However, she continued to finger fuck herself frequently.

She was getting very close to coming as her fingers took turns inside her cunt and mouth. She was writhing her naked body about as she became hotter and more excited. She was softly moaning and imagining being with her children and fucking and sucking them. It was wild and totally uninhibited. The mental pictures were making her cunt burn and throb powerfully: