He ran his hand quickly down her sides and across the soft, silken mound at the base of her belly. She could feel the fingers grope for a moment, spreading the softness of her pubic hair, then finding the smooth, fleshy slit between her legs, suddenly slip into place and begin gently massaging her swollen clitoris.

"Oh, oh, oh," she gasped.

It had been so long and now, forbidden, she was going to be taken by another man, by her husband's best friend. She lifted her hips to meet his finger and increase the pressure.

"Put it in," she begged. "Please put it in."

Martin responded by swiftly slipping his finger into her open vagina. He pushed deeply.

"Oooooohhhhh," she sighed as he began to rotate it around inside her in large circles, caressing the smooth, fleshy walls of her cunt with a maddening thoroughness she had never known before.

"Ooooooh, God, Martin," she groaned through her tightly pressed lips. Then he slipped another finger into the open passage.

"How do you like that?" he asked.

"Oh, yes, please, more," she sighed, sucking in her breath from the excruciating pleasure he was bringing her.

He moved his fingers back and forth inside her, like a small child walking with his fingers. Janet closed her eyes and pumped her loins upward again and again. Her vaginal opening was tight from so little use, but it seemed to flower open farther and farther as his probing fingers excited her to greater and greater heights, seeming to remove all the ugly frustration of the last few months.

"Please," she murmured, tiny beads of sweat forming on her forehead. "Take me now, Martin, please! I can't stand it any more!"

Her cries excited him even further. He was no longer in complete control. His friend, Greg's wife, underneath him was all that he expected and more. Her desires were so hot, so urgent, that he was compelled by his own impatience to meet them. "Yes, now," he said and guided his massive cock up between her wide-spread legs and against the small, tight opening of her cunt. He probed for a moment, teasing the soft, hair-lined lips and feeling the wet, raw flesh beneath it open wider.