Chapter 1
Jann was definitely in the mood. She gently placed her hand on her breast, feeling the nipple quickly harden beneath the black silk of her nightgown. Her other hand wandered slowly down her belly, along her thigh and came to rest on the soft curls of her pubic hair. Her cunt was wet from the thought of what they'd do. Eagerly she reached over and touched his bare back. Bill's body stiffened at her touch and his legs nervously tangled the bedsheets as her long fingernails encircled his waist. Soon her hand was inside his pajama bottoms, her fingers tenderly skimming the length of his cock.
But nothing was happening. He was as soft as a kitten. She decided to try another approach, removing her nightgown and snuggling her naked body against his. She took his cock in her hand and jerked it repeatedly while murmuring in his ear, "I want you to fuck me. I want to take you in my mouth and in my cunt and I want you to fuck my brains out."
"Cut it out!" he snapped, brushing her hand away. "I'm tired."
Startled by his reaction, but not to be discouraged, Jann kissed the back of his neck and shoulders. Annoyed, he sighed and rolled over on his back. Taking advantage of the position, she opened his pajama bottoms and began kissing his cock, flicking her tongue around the tip and licking the shaft with long, wet strokes. It was all in vain.
"What's wrong, Bill?" she asked in the darkness.
"Nothing's wrong," he grumbled. "I just don't feel like it, okay? I'd like to get some sleep."
"You never feel like it anymore," she remarked sadly. "It's been a month."
"Well, I'm sorry."
"So am I," she said. "I'm really worked up, you know."
"You want me to go down on you?" he offered unenthusiastically. "Will that satisfy you?"
"Don't bother," she replied, hurt and frustrated. She put her nightgown back on, and sat up in bed. "It's money, isn't it?" she asked.
"Huh?"
"You're worried about money."
"Aren't you? We owe thousands ... the car, the mortgage, the utilities, the insurance, the credit cards ... and what I make at the auto plant isn't helping us to catch up. I don't even know if I'll have a job next month with all the layoffs. We're on the edge of bankruptcy and the only way out-is if we sell the house or I drop dead and you collect the insurance."
"And that's why you're impotent?" she asked.
"I'm not impotent!" he insisted. "Just because I can't get it up every time you decide you want it doesn't mean there's anything wrong with me."
Jann sighed. "I'm sorry. You have enough to worry about without me pestering you, don't you?"
Bill turned his back to her and pounded his head against his pillow, trying to get comfortable. "The only thing I'm worried about is getting enough sleep."
Jann waited until she heard him snoring lightly before getting out of bed. She was still horny and when she was aroused, nothing short of satisfaction would do. Once she had the notion, cold showers were useless. At first she considered a long-term solution, such as taking a lover. But that would only complicate things. She didn't want to get involved with anyone else. Besides, if she did and Bill found out, he'd kill the other guy. She loved her husband. It was just that he had lost the desire to please her and despite his insistence to the contrary, their financial problems had everything to do with it.
As for a short-term solution to her predicament, she went to the playroom in the basement of the house and locked the door behind her. In the dim light of the fluorescent lamp that hung over the pool table, she stripped, draping her nightgown on the cue stick rack. She then climbed onto the table and lay on her back, her skin caressed by the soft green felt. Glancing at a narrow, ground-level window that looked out onto the driveway, she fantasized that a peeping torn was spying on her as she began to masturbate. In her imaginings, the voyeur looked exactly like Bill-tall, brawny, thirty years old with curly red hair and blue eyes. She pictured his suprise when he stared into the window and found a beautiful, naked twenty-five-year-old woman on a pool table, massaging her moistened cunt, writhing with self-induced ecstasy.
In her fantasy, Jann saw the prowler quietly open the window and climb inside unnoticed. He disrobed hurriedly and approached her with his long, stiff prick poised like a spear. Then she opened her dewy green eyes and stared at his face, beckoning him with quivering lips. He removed her hand from her cunt and licked the vaginal juices from her fingers. Then he joined her on the table and his hands explored her body, starting with her silky brown hair that streamed through his fingers. His hands stroked her cheeks, traced the curve of her neck and shoulders, then firmly cupped her full breasts, rolling her nipples with his thumbs. His fingernails gently raked the tender flesh along her ribs, tantalizing her to a shiver. He skimmed the smoothness of her waist and hips, grasping her thighs with passion, prying her legs apart. As one hand plunged into the warmth of her crotch, his lips kissed and sucked her tits.
Jann moaned ecstatically as he tugged on her pubic hair, then separated the lips of her cunt and inserted his finger, all the while suckling greedily on her nipples. The finger delved deep into her womb, then withdrew slightly and found her clitoris. Slowly, he massaged the hard, wet nucleus of her desire.
Eventually, he replaced his hand with his tongue, nestling his head between her thighs, his face grinding against her abundant crown of pubic hair, his mouth occasionally nibbling on the pouting lips of her pussy.
She feared she would come prematurely, so she altered the fantasy, imagining him changing his position until he straddled . her face, his throbbing cock within an inch of her mouth. Lovingly she raised her head to kiss the tip of his manhood, then to lick his dangling testicles. Finally, she took the entire length of his cock into her mouth. He began doing push-ups in a kneeling position so that his cock slid in and out of her mouth like a pump.
When he could endure no more of that exquisite pleasure, he withdrew, his prick dripping with her saliva. Lowering himself, he entered her with a single thrust. As she felt his huge penis plunge into her lubricated cunt, she wrapped her legs around his waist, allowing him to penetrate her as deeply as possible. Soon he was humping her full force, clutching her ass and pounding his groin against hers. She wound her arms around his neck and kissed him hungrily, tasting her own cunt on his lips, probing his mouth with her tongue.
Then she threw her head back and groaned. "Oh-h-h! Come on, come on! Give me all of it! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me till I die!"
He rammed into her again and again, his movements as violent and determined as a wild beast's.
She came once, twice and as she reached one final crescendo, he reared back and pierced her to the hilt, his hot seed gushing inside of her.
Jann lay panting for what seemed like hours, her body glistening with sweat, her limbs utterly exhausted. When she opened her eyes, her imaginary lover was gone and her hand still rested on her cunt.
At least she had satisfied herself for one night, but what about tomorrow? She was still young and beautiful and in need of a loving man. All she needed in life was sex and security. How, she wondered, could she find both?
Stumped for an answer, she climbed off the pool table, donned her nightgown, unlocked the door and went back to bed.