Janet thought now of all the hopes she had had before she married Bob. With him in the real-estate business she had dreamed of her own house and all the comforts in life but her dreams were slowly crumbling as she realized that Bob was barely making enough money to feed them.

The disgruntled young wife walked out of the kitchen into the living room and sat down on the couch, pouting.

"Oh Janet honey, I love you, you know that. I'll make it good, just you wait and see," whimpered her husband. "Please honey, give me a little loving."

Janet felt her husband's arms encircle her once again and his insistent mouth press down upon hers. She felt his fingers once again begin to creep up her soft white thighs and she squirmed and whimpered as the tip of his middle finger found the narrow slit of her now sensitively throbbing vagina, rising boldly upward and making sudden, hotly searing contact with the throbbing tip of her clitoris.

"Oh!" Suddenly the entire area of her thin hairlined vaginal slit was wet and slippery, and rush of unwanted desire permeated Janet's entire body. She strained backward and sucked in her breath, withholding a groan of sudden passion as it rose to her throat. She had to admit it, it felt so good… and yet there was something terrible about the fact that it felt good. She felt herself being pushed down on the couch now, feeling the almost obscene warmth of her husband's finger pressing at the hidden little center of her cunt lips. She felt his hands fondle her trembling body, touching her breasts and vagina until she was so wet between her legs that she felt mortified and embarrassed. Even though he was her husband it seemed indecent and tears of humiliation flowed slowly down her face. He was teasing up into the tenderness of her involuntarily moistening pussy with a tiny, fingering rhythm that made her want to respond by moving her hips and thighs up to his hand.