She rose up, her robe dropping to the floor and faced him.

"Unless you want me to jerk off, you better get it while it's hot," Bob said.

"Oh, okay," she giggled, moving toward the bathroom. "But first I've got to pee."

"You've always got to pee," he said, climbing into the bed.

She sat down on the toilet seat and released a trickle of piss. She watched it fall into the toilet. Even the simple act of peeing excited her pussy.

Sometimes she was able to come when she wiped herself. Bob teased her, telling her she'd wear it out when she vigorously wiped up the residue of piss on her cunt. But she liked the feeling and used the opportunity to masturbate.

"You wearing it out?" Bob called out now from the bed.

"Be there in a minute, hon," she said.

She wiped herself one more time and examined her clit. It stood up at the top of her slit. It scorned bigger than most. Not that she'd ever examined another woman's clit. But everything she'd heard about the little female cock told her that hers was extraordinarily large. Maybe that was why she needed so much sex. Even the feel of panties rubbing against her joy-button, as she called it, made her almost come.

She flushed the toilet and rose up. She quickly washed her hands and returned to the bedroom. She did a little dance as she turned out the lights and then climbed into bed.

Bob pretended to be asleep. He snored loudly and she pulled on his arm.

"Wake up, darling," she said. "Your sweet wife is here with a horny cunt."

He opened his eyes and with an exaggerated yawn he took her into his arms. "I thought you'd left town," he said.

He kissed her, his mouth open and his tongue jabbing hotly all over the interior of her mouth. She clung to him, her arms wrapped around his back as she snaked her tongue in and out of her lips.