Chapter 1
The cucumber was the longest, thickest one she'd been able to find at the A & W; it looked so much like a horse cock, that Denise had actually blushed while laying it across the counter.
But that was what she wanted it for. A big dildo, to ream out her cunt.
Denise Jones, a thirty-seven-year-old suburban housewife with light brown hair, a pretty face and the best body in the county, groaned as she dipped her fingers into the economy-sized jar of Vaseline. Extracting a thick glob of the jelly, she pasted it all over the green knob of the vegetable.
To think that she'd been driven to this-to be so horny at the prospect of jacking off! Denise stretched out naked on her bed, feeling her enormous, milk-white tits jiggle as she spread her long legs wide. Dropping her hand between her legs, she rubbed the Vaseline-slicked cucumber all over the hairy, pouting lips of her cunt.
"Fuck me, baby," she gasped, moaning as she felt her clit stiffen from its protective hood. "Awwww shit, that really feels good...."
Her pussy lips separated, admitting the end of her make-shift prick. Denise shuddered and contracted her ass cheeks. She began to jerk her hips off the mattress, thrusting her pussy up to meet the satisfying stiffness of her make-believe cock.
Wanton thoughts ran through her mind, of her husband's huge prick, of how good he'd once made her feel as he'd fucked his cock into her cunt. That was the trouble, Denise thought: he hardly ever fucked her anymore. She groaned with frustration as she pushed inch after inch of the cucumber up her cunt.
It wasn't as if she wasn't pretty enough. True, she was thirty-seven, but her hair was still a rich brown, and her face was unlined. And her body was the envy of every woman in the PTA. Denise had never been a cock-teaser, but she couldn't help enjoying it when men ogled the cheeks of her plump, firm ass, or the jiggling globes of her huge tits.
So why wouldn't her husband fuck her anymore? They'd been married too long, Denise guessed, that was all there was to it. He hadn't fucked her in over a month. He knew how much she needed to fuck. That was one of the reasons he'd married her in the first place!
"Can't stand it," Denise whispered. "Oh fuck, can't take it anymore! Need to get fucked!"
She squealed with all of the cucumber inside her pussy, feeling her cunt walls throbbing around the thick, hard shaft. Then Denise frantically started jacking herself off, pounding the cucumber shaft in and out of her hairy pussy.
She had two teenaged children who she felt protective of and a beautiful home in the suburbs, and she wasn't going to divorce her husband-not yet. But she couldn't stand to walk around with her cunt dripping twenty-four hours a day.
She was going to cheat on Frank. She didn't know how or when, but it was going to be soon.