He bent his head and took her rosy tit into his mouth. She wanted him to bite her roughly, but again she was reluctant to tell him what she wanted.

Instead his lips worked at her gently and frustrated her even more.

"Oh God," she moaned.

He thought she was getting turned on by it and he lifted up so that he could pull her dress down below her large titties. Once again his mouth closed over one of her nipples, sucking softly. She arched her back, trying to press more of her hot flesh into his mouth. He immediately released her.

Her titties ached to be really kissed and again she was tempted to tell him, but again she held back. She knew his prudish nature would be shocked by her coming on too strong. But God, how she needed a real man to bruise her and maul her and make her really feel satisfied with his love making.

His hand slipped up between her legs and he began to rub her cunt through her flimsy panties. He discovered that she was already wet with her juices.

He seemed to hesitate a little and she was afraid he was going to draw his hand away. She quickly closed her thighs against his probing fingers.

"Oh God, Jimmy," she moaned. "I love you. I need you. I really need you."

Jimmy might not have understood this new hunger of his wife. He had always thought wives were supposed to behave like good, decent women. Only whores were supposed to have those kind of hungers. Still, he was too carried away to think about it.

He reached down and unzipped himself. His cock was hard and straining to be free. He popped out of his shorts almost immediately. He was proud of his cock. Proud that it was big and proud that he could seem always ready to fuck. He was too prudish to admit that pride out loud. "Oh I feel it," Julia moaned. "Oh, I need it so bad."

She knew that he was questioning himself about the way she was acting. She didn't care. She needed a cock inside her to control her savage itch.