As it had been with fucking, she discovered from the very first mouthful that sucking off a fat prick was a joy.

In time, they got married.

So Caroline was not a virgin bride, but she was the next best thing to it, having never fucked or sucked with any man but her husband. And that still held true. They had been married for several years now, and Caroline had never been unfaithful to Jonathon, and she assumed that he was true to her as well.

She had considered fucking around a few times.

She had these improper thoughts in the mornings, usually – those days when Jonathon had left for the office and left her with a smoldering cunt which she had to take care of by hand. As she frigged herself, she would fantasize about taking a lover, or about going out to some singles bar and getting picked up by a total stranger for a casual fuck. It was an exciting thought, since she thought it while her pussy was on fire – just a physical fuck with no emotional entanglements, maybe not even telling the man her name.

But it was all just fuck-fantasy.

Caroline would never really do a thing like that and was firmly resolved never to commit adultery.

If only Jonathon would give her a bit more cock in the mornings, though, it would sure be lovely.

Like this morning…

***

Caroline stretched luxuriously on the bed.

Jonathon was on his way to work and she had returned to bed as usual.

But she was feeling strangely restless.

She felt as if there was something that she had forgotten to do, some important thing that was being neglected.