An arrangement like that was not easy to find. How did a married woman go out and pick up a man for sex without complications?

Why, the solution was obvious. All one had to do was go to the places where men went to find women!

There were plenty of low bars in town that no respectable woman would be seen dead in, when men went looking for exactly the kind of sexual arrangement that Jennifer had in mind far herself. What a handy solution to a housewife's frustrations, she thought.

But it was merely a fanciful thought…

Jennifer's cunt was still smoldering.

She decided that she would simply have to masturbate. She didn't like to rub herself off, it seemed a terrible waste to yield an orgasm to her own hands, but the alternative was to suffer through the day with a terrible need in her simmering pussy. She loved to feel sexually excited – but only when there was satisfaction in the offing.

Nothing made her more excited than milking a dick and nothing frustrated her more than sucking off a cock without getting anything in return.

Feeling resentful toward her husband again, she went back to the bedroom.

She stood in front of the full-length mirror, regarding herself. She opened the negligee and thrust her tits-out. The pink nipples were stiff and tingling. Dropping the gown, she turned, and, looking over her shoulder, admired the shapely contours of her well-packed, heart-shaped ass.

She licked her lips. The succulent flavor of Fred's cum lingered on her taste buds.

She turned through a full circle, looking over her shoulder to admire her ass and the backs of her smooth thighs, switching her hips from side to side. Facing front, she cupped her big tits together and lifted them, molding the cleavage deep and upright. She passed a hand over her softly rounded belly and let her fingers trail through the dark pubic thicket.