Chapter 1
It was turning out to be yet another steamy, sleepless June night. After tossing and turning for well over an hour in a sweaty tangle of sheets, thirty-six-year-old Connie Drake finally gave up the effort.
She slipped out of bed, careful not to disturb her sleeping husband. Then, peeling off her nightgown and letting it slide to the floor in a heap, she arched her voluptuous body with a languorous stretch that swept a luxuriant cascade of long blonde hair across her bare white shoulders. A little gasp of frustration rolled from her throat.
"Oh damn, I can't stand it! I just can't stand it anymore!"
Connie poised like that a long moment, trying to ease the tensions that had been building inside her for the past several weeks. Then she glanced back to see if her voice had roused Bill.
No such luck. As usual, he was still snoring peacefully away. His handsome face was slack, and his lank muscular body was flopped in a motionless sprawl.
As she stood gazing down at his limp, sheet-covered figure, there was no holding back the twinge of anger that sparked through her.
It wasn't really that Bill was a bad husband; In fact, until recently, their eighteen years of marriage had been perfectly happy and satisfying for them both.
But in the last few months his job at the office had taken up more and more of his time and energy, until he had neither left to give his wife or their teenaged son Pete. He'd simply lost all interest in other things.
And unfortunately, one of those things happened to be sex.
And at the moment, Connie was suffering from more than mere insomnia.
She was also as horny as hell. Her cunt smoldered with juicy arousal, simmering in a fierce glow of heat that she simply couldn't endure another instant.
Biting hard on her hp and fighting down an almost irresistible impulse to reach out and give his shoulder a rough shake, she finally released a hiss of pent-up breath.
"Oh damn, damn, damn!"
Then she abruptly turned and swept from the bedroom without a backward glance, her body seething in a turmoil of untapped emotions and her thoughts focused totally on an empty, gnawing ache of arousal that rippled deep in her cunt.
Once again, she had no choice but to resort to a good cold shower. At least that might cool her off enough to get some sleep. Though it could hardly compare to a nice thorough fucking, it would just have to do.
As she slipped into the hall and headed for the bathroom, Connie paused to peek in the open doorway of their son's room. Sometimes Pete stayed up late reading his paperback spy novels, and even in her present condition she didn't want to get caught parading through the house without a stitch on.
But tonight his room and dark and silent.
Pete was sound asleep, just like his father.
Satisfied that she had the whole house to herself, she padded quickly to the bathroom and turned the shower on full blast, then stepped beneath it.
"Uhmm, that's nice! Oh yes-ahhhh!, , Purring with almost kittenish relief under the cold sizzle that splashed across her body, the blonde housewife felt an icy tremor of pleasure course throughout her. She instinctively reached up and cupped her meaty tits, hefting them forward to meet the spray's sharp sting.
Connie had big, sensitive tits. Her nipples instantly popped erect, their pink textured swirls distending rigidly out from the large creamy globes of jutting tit-flesh that shuddered in her overfilled palms.
It was a delicious sensation. Her plump nipples twanged under the cascading water in a burst of response that shot right down into the already-steamy depths of her pussy. It had been such a long time since she'd had her tits paid any attention at all that she couldn't resist a sudden, wicked temptation.
Still holding her tits outward to capture the full impact of the spray, she impulsively rolled her thumbs across the thick puffy swells of both nipples in an intimate, teasing caress.
"Ahhhh! Oh God!"
She gasped as a sweet pang rippled through the mammoth tits. Her nipples jolted even stiffer, expanding into inch-long spikes of pure sensitivity and aching for more.
She flicked the two inflamed buds with increasing urgency, unable to suppress the sparks of hungry need that emanated from her cunt.
"Umm, oh yes, yesssss!"
Deftly catching each now-turgid nipple in a firm grasp, she pinched and squeezed them until they twanged. Every tweak sent fresh jolts all the way down into her pussy, melting it in a lather of musky cream that spilled down her inner thighs to mingle with the rivulets of chilly water that rushed over her.
After the past weeks of unfulfilled repression and emptiness, she succumbed to the emotions churning inside her without taking time to think. She slid her free hand down across a trim flat tummy and into the thick gold patch of fur that covered her cunt.
Her fingers pushed through the rich velvet fuzz of her cunt-bush until they brushed the flared rim of her open, waiting pussy.
She sucked in a breath, stifling a little cry of bliss at that first intimate touch.
Her cunt was sopping wet. Its pink slick lips pooched wide open, drooling syrupy juices. Her clit puffed out in a stiff enlarged button of awareness as she ran her fingertips across its engorged surface, trembling with uninhibited excitement.
Groaning aloud in a wave of abandon, Connie fingered her fat clit with an exuberance she hadn't known since her days as a teenaged girl. She flicked and rolled the hooded bud until her hips began to arch, and her cupped palm overflowed with blast after blast of oozing pussy-cream.
There was no holding back any longer. She could have climaxed then and there, just rubbing the hell out of her hot clit.
But now that she'd gotten started, only the full treatment would do. Reacting with all the natural instincts of a woman whose needs had been suppressed far too long already, she eased a finger between the slippery folds of her gold-fringed cunt-lips and pushed it knuckle-deep inside her with a single violent thrust.
"Unggh! Oh my God, that feels so good! Yes, yessss! Aaaannhh!"
Gyrating her finger around in the slushy chute of her cunt-hole and working it even deeper, she luxuriated in the feel of having her pussy invaded after all these past lonely, unfulfilled w weeks.
Of course, it wasn't quite the real thing. It wasn't like having Bill's big hard cock buried inside her. It wasn't like being stuffed with a throbbing slab of prick.
But at the moment the mere sensation of having anything at all shoved up into her pussy was an improvement.
And Connie took advantage of that sensation to the hilt as she joined that finger with a second, and then a third.
For a long breathless instant she hovered like that, reeling in the shower and revolving all three fingers in the stretched groove of her cunt.
Then she began to work them in and out with a natural fucking motion, wiggling them around in the pried-open gash of her pussy-mouth. They slid up her drenched cunt like a stiff thrusting cock, pumping into her with long rhythmic strokes.
At the same time, she smashed the heel of her hand hard against her clit, sending extra spasms of pleasure shooting through her cunt.
It all happened quickly, before Connie even had time to admit to herself that it was exactly what she'd intended to do from the first moment she'd slipped out of bed.
"Yes, oh damn yes, that's so good I can't-n can't stand-aaaahhh! Uuuunnnhhh!"
Her vibrant cock-starved body undulated to meet each stab of her pi stoning fingers. Her tight, long-unfucked pussy sucked at her fingers with obscene juicy slurps as ribbons of cunt-juice rolled down between her long smooth thighs in glistening gushes.
Careening beneath the spray with one hand clutching at her slickened tits and the other plunging against her cunt, she felt the first quakes of climax shudder inside her. Unable to hold back a sob of sheer uninhibited ecstasy, she cried aloud.
"Guhh-going to cum! Oh fuck, I'm really going to cum! Yes, yes! Fuck me, fuckmeeee!"
Her voice soared to a wail as she fucked all three fingers up her cunt with brutal force, grinding her clit for all it was worth and spiraling toward an explosion of release that she hadn't known for weeks.
And when that explosion suddenly struck, it blasted through her with a ferocity that turned her into a twisting, humping mass of unleashed glee.
"Aaannnhhh! Guuuuhhhhh!" Connie bucked and heaved in a series of jolts, mewling with the rapture of a woman who had gone too long without the satisfaction of a good fucking. Her clit throbbed against her palm in surge after surge of climax, while floods of musky cunt-cream poured across her fingers and taut pussy muscles snapped around them in a advise-like grip, as if to hold them there inside her forever.
She was in heaven, totally caught up in the sweet chain of orgasms that were wrenched from her pussy with the first honest pleasure it had known in a long, long time.
And that was why she didn't hear the pad of bare feet approaching from the outer hall.
That was why she didn't see the bathroom door swing open as a sleepy, bleary-eyed Pete walked in on her in a blinking, yawning daze.
That was why she didn't see him jerk to a halt, his eyes bulging and his jaw dropping.
Utterly engrossed in her finger-fucking frenzy, Connie wasn't aware of another presence at all until a sharp youthful gasp seeped through her lust-filled haze.
With her fingers still pumping wildly up her cunt and her body still heaving in blasts of orgasmic completion, she lolled her head and fluttered her blue eyes open-only to see her teenaged son gaping back at her.