She owed him some head after that lovely cunt gobbling he had given her, and it was the sort of debt that Caroline loved to pay. With her pussy satisfied, her mouth got horny.

She was just about to twist down and take that slime-soaked cock between her lips when Jonathon sighed and looked at his wristwatch. They had been fucking for a long time. He got up and padded to the bathroom, his cock bobbing up and down in front of him.

Caroline heard the shower running.

She lay back in bed, feeling warm and contented.

Caroline usually returned to bed in the morning after Jonathon had left for the office.

But she wasn't a lazy girl.

She didn't go back to sleep.

She went back to bed and played with her pussy.

It had become something of a morning routine with her, loving morning orgasms as she did and seldom getting screwed by her husband at that time of the day. Sometimes Caroline felt a bit sheepish about masturbating, a little embarrassed. It didn't seem proper for a happily married woman to finger fuck herself so often. And she did get plenty of prick from Jonathon, too – she couldn't complain that she was frustrated and had to do without. It was just the timing, her particular devotion to getting her rocks off first thing in the morning.

She enjoyed fingerfucking her cunt.

She had to admit it, sheepish as it made her feel. She had always relished a long, leisurely handjob, and she liked fingerfucking as much now as when she had been a young girl, virginal and chaste and playing with her pussy day and night.

Caroline had discovered the pleasure of rubbing her clit when she was a kid, more by accident than by design. She had been stroking her crotch because it felt sort of pleasant, and all of a sudden it had started to get a lot better than simply pleasant, and her first hand-induced climax had left her stunned. She had lain, panting and gasping on the bed, wondering what on earth she had just done to herself.