Jenny was frustrated and annoyed. She figured it was a pretty damned thoughtless way for him to treat her, using her for a scum bag, with no considerations for her own carnal needs. Normally he wasn't like that, and she didn't want to complain too much, but it was aggravating. She stayed in bed while Hank showered and shaved, hoping that he might change his mind and give her some more prick.

But he returned only to kiss her goodbye, then departed for the golf course.

Damn! she thought.

Then she said it aloud, "Damn!"

She considered giving herself a handjob. She dipped her hand between her legs and rubbed her burning cunt a little. It felt good but a handjob wasn't nearly as good as having her cunt full of Hank's huge prick. It seemed sort of an infantile substitute, and kind of absurd for a married woman to fingerfuck herself. After awhile, hotter than ever, she stopped her futile fingerfucking.

Hank had promised her a climax as soon as he returned, and she figured she would be better waiting, knowing that she would enjoy creaming all the more for the delay. But still, it was not going to be easy getting through the day with her pussy smoldering away like a glowing ember between her smooth thighs.

That was why she decided to go to the office.

There was a bit of filing and some typing that had to be done Monday morning, and she figured that she could get that all cleared up today. The work would, no doubt, take her mind off her unsatisfied cunt. And if she got too horny, she could always handfuck her pussy at the office since there would be no one else there. It might even be sort of exciting to fingerfuck herself at her desk – or at her boss' desk. Her boss was a handsome, aristocratic fellow and, from the way he looked at her, Jenny knew that he wouldn't at all mind getting into her pants, although he had never tried to fuck her. She could just imagine how he would feel if he knew that she had been finger-fucking in his office. It added spice to the idea.