A funny little thrill went through her as she tried to imagine someone other than her husband touching her. She had never done it with another man, so it was difficult to picture… but she knew that he would be more gentle, more exciting… more involved with her feelings than Jamie! She was wearing a short play dress of a soft cotton material since the weather had been unusually warm, a real Indian Summer. She had also hoped the becoming dress might find favor in Jamie's eyes. Her long legs had always been one of her best features and she always liked to show them off. Therefore she had been surprised when Jamie had looked at the dress and asked her if she didn't know that "fashionable women were wearing their dresses much longer these days?" She had felt like throwing a lamp at him, but had restrained herself, telling him that truly fashionable women wore whatever they felt like! She thought of this now, resentfully as her fingers brushed slowly against her breasts, back and forth until both nipples stood out stiff like little buttons.

"Mmmmmm…" she moaned, feeling the delicious little pinpoints of pleasure spread throughout her body.

She was not sure that Jamie was involved with another woman, but she strongly suspected it. He had to be getting sex from somewhere, and it certainly wasn't from her! Just to show him, she would have to find someone for herself… although she had no idea how to go about it. Someone who would make her feel what she was feeling now… that wonderful sensuous mood before the lovemaking began in earnest… that sweet acute desire boiling up in her loins, making her feel distinctly moist between the thighs. There was a kind of dully aching longing within her as her fingers became more and more active upon her breasts, and suddenly she pressed one hand inside the low neckline of her dress and slipping beneath the soft transparency of her brassiere, she fondled the naked tips of her strangely excited nipples! Her fingers played a wild tattoo across the tiny peaked cones while the entire lower half of her body began to move as though it were a puppet on strings.