Jackie giggled and put her other hand under her robe to rub her pussy. She found her clit and rubbed the little bean. Jesus, such a little thing! And it had such control over her life!

She finally removed the robe and stood up. Both hands were now on her cunt, furiously working over the loose limp folds of her pussy. She went into the bedroom and climbed onto the bed, teasing and rubbing her cuntmeat and pulling her knees up and opening her legs wide.

By now she was wet and juicy and totally turned-on. She rubbed some cuntjuice over her passion button and after a moment spasmed in an orgasm. She made herself come two more times, and then stopped.

That would have to hold her until tonight. Herb would make her come. She would wait for Herb. It was always better with a cock.

The rest of the day flew by, and by the time Herb came home she practically raped him.

"Whoa," he laughed. "Give a guy a chance to unwind."

A little disappointed, Jackie unwound her arms from around his neck and mixed some martinis. She hadn't wanted to waste any time by eating out, so she'd put two steaks in the broiler. They ate silently and by ten o'clock were in bed, Jackie straddling Herb's crotch, her pussy poised over his prick.

He looked uncomfortable. "I still think the guy should be on top," he said.

She didn't answer. This was no time to argue. The brunette hovered over her husband, his cockhead mashed against her cuntlips. Easing down as Chuck had taught her, she adjusted his knob into the socket of her pussy and gobbled up his fuckpole with one smooth stroke.

She moaned as his prick plunged inside her hungry cunt. She faced him and closed her eyes, her head thrown back and her hair hanging down her back. Her cunt throbbed with the incredible feeling of being stuffed to the brim with hard male-meat. Being on top like this gave her control, and she moved in a way that gave her cunt constant friction from his cockshaft.