"So what's the answer?" Tina wondered aloud.

She couldn't ask Ed to find another job. He'd trained long and hard to open his own plumbing business. She sure didn't want a divorce. Ed was the only man she'd ever loved. And she didn't believe in cheating. So that left her with only one thing to do about her sexual starvation.

It was kid stuff, and she was both ashamed and tired of doing it, but she had no choice. She kicked back the covers and started running her hands over her sleek hot body, making love to herself.

She cupped her ripe throbbing tits and squeezed and molded them. She used her thumbs to tease her nipples into stiffness. Pushing her tits upward, she was able to reach them with her tongue, and she lathered both stiff nipples with her hot saliva.

All the while she pretended Ed was making love to her. She imagined it was his hands exploring her tingling swollen breasts, his tongue hot and wet on her nipples. She pretended it was his hand sliding between her thighs and sensuously caressing the wet fever-hot flesh of her pussy.

"God, yes, honey!" she moaned.

When she'd first started making love to herself this way, she'd felt ridiculous, but as her need grew, she got used to it. After all, what else could she do except give up sex completely? Oh, Ed would give her a quick fuck every few weeks, but that wasn't enough. She wanted long, frequent sessions like they used to have when they were first married.

Now she lay in bed alone, running a stiff finger over the seething moist folds of her slit, giving herself a low-grade buzz of pleasure. Pretty soon she'd get on to the serious stuff, but there was no hurry, not the big rush there was with Ed.

She creamed all over her fingers, doubling her hot pleasure. After so many lonely nights and so much practice masturbating, Tina knew just how to get herself off best. She liked to string out the pleasure, making her sessions as long as possible.