Gnarling up three fingers now, she squeezed them into her cunt-hole and began reaming out her cunt-channel with her fingers serving as a cock. It felt wonderful! The stretching of her cunt-mouth was delicious.

She was able to keep her thumb on her clit as her fingers pumped in and out of her juice-drenched hole.

Turning her body a bit, she glanced at herself in the bathroom mirror. I look like a slut, she thought. She had one leg raised up, one hand holding her ripe tit, and the other hand pumping furiously in and out of her dripping cunt.

Damn Jim! How miserable it was to be saddled with a dull husband! She was a passionate woman with a ripe cunt and she needed sex. Charlie was a lusty man who liked to fuck and she just knew there were all sorts of things they could do together.

Mona had more than once hinted that she and Charlie were very adventurous in bed. Gloria had never liked Mona that much, and she felt no guilt at all about having an affair with Charlie. Why should she? The way people talked these days, everyone was sleeping with everyone else anyway. She guessed this wasn't the only time that Charlie had strayed.

Once again she thought of his hard randy cock, of the way he had mounted her from behind and fucked her so expertly. She remembered with a shiver how his hairy balls had slapped against her thighs at the end of each stroke.

She remembered the smooth thrusting of his cock in and out of her wet cunt-channel as his hands clutched her firm hips. The fucking at noon had been brief, but so far it had been the best fucking she'd received in five years of marriage.

"Oh, God, I'm coming!" she moaned.