Susan was certain of one thing. Whenever he wanted to try, he would find his wife a most willing and anxious partner.

She let her mind roam freely in the dark, her cunt still bitterly disappointed. A few steady, uninspired strokes, with no build-up, no foreplay, just couldn't appease the hurt that lingered within her hungry pussy and her own fingers would never be a proper substitute for a real prick.

She thought again about buying a vibrator. It was an idea she had had with increasing frequency lately. Again, she decided that it might be nice and interesting, but it still wasn't what she wanted a man's prick.

She even allowed her thoughts to drift to another woman, something she had never tried before, but which had begun to greatly intrigue her. After all, she thought, sex with another woman wasn't really like sex with another man. It almost didn't even seem like cheating on John, at least not the way being with another man did.

With visions of beautiful women floating through her brain, Susan's eyes grew heavy and she closed them, falling into a troubled, restless sleep, her pussy still burning beneath the thin sheet tossed over her naked body.

CHAPTER TWO

John tightened the knot of his tie against his collar. He checked himself carefully in the mirror, insuring his own ego that he presented the proper appearance for a young, upcoming attorney.

He turned toward the bed as he slipped on his suit coat. "The TV repair man will be here about ten. Now, be sure that he sees how badly the color is messed up."