Finally hearing their front door close, Rita fell backwards on her bed, her nakedness only serving to remind her that, as wonderful a man as her husband was, he was still failing her in that most important part of a marriage, and she didn't know how to tell him without sounding like a nagging wife. She recalled his words a little while ago, when he had pulled his body off hers.
There's nothing like a good fucking to start the day off right.
She agreed whole heartedly with that idea, but of late, she had had anything but a good fucking. Even though she didn't like to use words like fuck, she couldn't get them out of her mind now. She looked down at her nakedness and smiled at what she saw. There had never been any doubt in her mind that she was a lovely woman. Like all the other cheerleaders, the constant practice and jumping around had kept her trim and firm, while adding a healthy glow to the cream whiteness of her soft, smooth flesh. For a short while, as she allowed her eyes to run down the plane of her exposed flat belly, she forgot that Owen was failing to satisfy her. Something her mother had told her long ago about keeping a man happy with good looks came back to her. Even as a young child she had been very pretty, and she believed everything her mother told her. Early in her life she had been determined that she would do everything she could to keep her looks… and therefore keep Owen.
'Oh God,' she said out loud. Then she turned her head this way and that, as though her plea might have been heard by someone. Just the mere thought of her husband brought back the sensation of being unfulfilled. She had to admit to herself that there were good times possible. She still dwelt on the memory of her honeymoon as proof that Owen was capable of making her totally happy. She remembered those two weeks now with a special fondness… remembered them as a time when her pussy had been so filled, so aroused, so tingly. She could almost picture Owen in her mind as he had been then, her mind projecting the hotly arousing image of her new husband, as naked as she, kneeling between her wide-spread legs as his excitedly throbbing penis rubbed against her wetly quivering vagina…
Rita moaned out loud again and closed her eyes, troubled by the fact that her memories might be nothing more… only fading promises of a sexual life that could very well be over for her. Then she let the pleasant images seep back into her thoughts, as though she really had a choice.
In her mind once again, Owen was lifting her aching loins as his buttocks flexed and his rigidly hard cock slid up and down the heated pulsating cleft of her young cunt. She remembered the wonderful way it felt as she reached down and touched the hot scruffy flesh of his penis, sliding the loose skin of his long, thick shaft back and forth in her tightly grasping fingers, making him moan with his delight to the overpowering sensations she was bringing him.
'Damn!' she said out loud. 'Why am I thinking about that? Dwelling on the past isn't going to solve anything.'
Hearing her own voice did nothing to her, though, and she continued to lie in the crumpled sheets, her stomach churning with a series of fluttery sensations as the exciting images flickered through her mind. Owen was on top of her in her mind, his breath and tongue hot in her ear, his rock-hard cock lust inside the warm trembling lips of her heatedly moistened vaginal mouth. She was straining up to meet his thrusts, the muscles of her inner thighs and buttocks hardening as she gratefully worked more and more of his lust-swollen penis inside her voracious cunt, her womb eagerly dilating so she could take his great, long wonderful length all the way.
A tender aching was beginning in the heated depths of her pulsing vagina as Rita could almost feel Owen's penetration once more. The ache was added to by the tingling that had been there all morning, when Owen had flooded her pussy with his sperm and left her unsatisfied. Without thinking, she raised her hand and touched her swollen breasts, rubbing her still hardened nipples with her thumb and delighting in their rigidity. Her moving fingers intensified the throbbing in her loins and the hot moistness that was drenching her excitedly puckering pussy lips.
'Take all my cock, Rita,' the young blonde woman heard the memory of her husband's voice demand. She closed her eyes and could almost feel his body fall heavily on top of her, pressing her full breasts flat as his hotly throbbing penis flicked up through her anxious vaginal sluce. 'Yessssss…' she cried out in her dream… a spasm of frustration sweeping over her.
She opened her eyes, totally disappointed that she was not getting the real thing… that this was all a sham brought on her by Owen's failure to make her feel like a total woman.
She closed her eyes again, knowing that she was as aroused as she had ever been. There was nothing she could do, she knew, that would ease her arousal save to finger herself. She bit on her lower lip, feeling that there had to be something else she could do… something that would not be such a reminder that her marriage wasn't working out as she thought it should.
But she knew that she had to do something to relieve the ache in her loins. She hadn't masturbated since the day of her marriage, even though she had been sexually frustrated for so long. She believed that if she did finger her own vagina, it would be an admission to failure, and she wanted to cling to the hope, no matter how faint that hope, that something could he worked out.
It was useless this time, though. Silently, she continued to caress her breasts, unable to control the hungry fire which was burning her flesh. She slowly gave in to her physical urgency, her not need growing like a cancer in her heaving loins and belly. Again the wave of remembered embraces with Owen came back to her, stronger than ever…
They were in their bed on their honeymoon, her glistening cunt tightly clenched around his lunging cock, like plum-colored lips around a thick candy cane. The bed was shaking with their passionate embracing, their ever- increasing fucking causing the head board to bang up against the wall as they rode the spiral to their orgasms…
In her bedroom, Rita's hand increased its frantic caressing of her rapidly rising and falling breast, while her other hand dropped to between her now wide-splayed thighs and gently fingered her moistly quivering vaginal lips until she was nearly overwhelmed with the wildly erotic sensations. Her slippery middle finger came into heated wet contact with the trembling hardness of her erect clitoris, and she gasped in total abandonment as she thrashed nakedly on the bed now with the shameless desires that were ruling her body. Faster and faster her hand rubbed her hotly seething vagina, her mind a torrent of Owen's body, his arms, his mouth, his penis. Nothing mattered now. Nothing existed to her save her husband and herself as they surged in her imagination toward release…
Both her hands were running over her body as though they were out of control, her finger tips dancing over the flat, ivory belly and coming to rest again and again in the golden vee of her cuntal down. Again Rita groaned as she let her quivering thighs fall apart, exposing the blood-flushed cleft of her seething pussy to the air of the room. Her fingers crawled to the half parted lips of her vagina and spread them slowly until the glistening furrow was totally open, and then her middle finger drove into the wetly pulsating mouth in earnest, stroking her clitoris mindlessly now.
It was not enough. She had become accustomed to the thickness of Owen's huge penis, and her middle finger was just not enough to match that sensation. Rapidly, she inserted another finger into her needing pussy… and then a third. The three digits disappeared and reappeared in a softly sucking tempo as a low moan of pleasure purred from her lust-tightened lips.
'Aaaaaaggggghhhhh… aaaaahhhhh…!' the frustrated young wife moaned as she lewdly drove her fingers into her throbbing pussy, making wet sucking sounds as she wildly slid them in and out!
The sounds of her own moanings, and the sensations caused by her writhings and probings increased the heated flow in her pussy. Her breathing became more ragged, and Rita was swept away with a possession of lustful delight which she had not had for so long. Her eyes and teeth were tightly clenched as she squirmed beneath her driving fingers in uncontrolled passion. The rapid rhythm drove animal grunts of long unfelt pleasure from deep in her throat as her madly working fingers sank into her pulsating pussy, making sucking sounds as she frantically slid them in and out. Her face was red as she strained for her long awaited climax, and she panted in frustration as her hands whipped harder and harder, deeper and deeper.
Suddenly she opened her eyes, staring blankly into the room as she felt the first twinges of her orgasm sweeping over her… an orgasm that had been held up inside her for months. Her eyes grew glassy and threatened to pop from her head. She felt her muscles tighten reflexively, and she groaned again as she arched her ravenous young cunt even harder up to her fingers. Her breath went out of her as she felt a convulsive shudder break in rippling waves across the lust-filled surface of her excitedly flushed belly.
'Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh…!!!' came her wail as Rita arched back and imagined it was Owen bringing on the
