Tonight, she thought about the boys. Her cunt grew so hot that she pulled up her skirt and inserted her fingers into her panties. She found her clitoris already hard and throbbing with lust. She put a finger on either side of the sensitized nubbin and began to vibrate it.

"Ooooohhh…" She moaned softly and rocked her head from side to side on the pillows that propped her up. She ground her ass down into the mattress. It felt deliciously sinful to be sitting on her bed with her skirt pulled up and her hand in her panties. With the alcohol racing through her bloodstream she felt above shame. She felt lusty and aroused and eager for adventure. She felt eager for the hard cocks of those boys she had looked at that afternoon.

"God, I mustn't think that," she murmured in competition with the toothpaste ad that was blaring from the TV set. Yet her mouth curled in a little smile and she did think that. She thought about what it would feel like to caress the hard muscles underneath Steve's t-shirt. Her husband had had hard muscles too when she married him. His body had excited her intensely. Now it was his cock that excited her. He no longer had that wiry well-honed physique of active youth.

And even her husband had never been so young nor so tender-looking since Martha had known him. He had been close to thirty when they met. She had missed his vulnerable youth. She had never made love to a body so pure as that of the dark-haired boy or of the blond. She wondered if she had missed something. Her throbbing clitoris told her she had.

As she grew more aroused, she rubbed her hand more abandonedly over her hot wet cunt. She took another long drink of scotch, then she stabbed a finger deep up inside her pussy. Her cunt-muscles locked hold of it greedily. She sent a second finger up to join the first. That was more filling. That stretched her more. "Uuuuuhhh… God, I love to feel good!" She began to work her obscene phallus in and out of her craving twat.