"I'll be right back, honey," she purred. "I need a minute in the bathroom. Please, don't fall asleep."

She went into the bathroom, cupping her tits in her hands. She closed the door and stood in front of the mirror examining her body. She played with her cunthair and stuck a finger inside her pussy thicket. She was soaking wet.

She dabbed perfume on her cunt bush and her inner thighs. She wiped up the cuntjuice that had dripped down her legs. God, she was hot!

She gazed down at her dark cunt-mound. Her cunt pulsated and quivered. She brushed her long dark hair and put lip gloss on her lips. Then on an impulse she put some on her nipples too. She glanced at the mirror to see the effect. Her pink nipples shone, dark and stiff and shining with the gloss. Her tities looked good enough to eat.

She opened the bathroom door and went back to the bedroom. She looked at Frank lying on the bed and realized that he was sound asleep.

Damn! she thought. She was sorry she had left him alone, but she was angry. They hadn't fucked in weeks, and he knew she was hot. The son of a bitch could have stayed awake if he'd wanted to!

Tears came to her eyes. She left the bedroom and went down the hall into the living room. She stretched out on the long sofa and lay there in the dark, hot tears running down her cheeks. She ran her hands over her body, her cunt quivering with need.

She realized she wouldn't be able to sleep until she had an orgasm. She was too restless. She began teasing her cuntlips and gently massaging her stiff little clit. God, how she needed fucking! This wasn't what she expected of marriage. Their sex life had become dull and routine, and she was still a young woman. If things were this bad now, what would they be like in five years? She was a woman who needed a man. A man with a good stiff prick who liked to fuck as much as she did. A man with physical needs to match hers.