For some reason Linda Madison was feeling horny. All day she was struggling, fighting her urges. Watching her soaps, buying clothes, even talking on the phone with her friend Cynthia (although Cynthia had been a bit explicit about her sex life) had randied her up.
Now, as she sat on her bed flipping through the Cosmo she had picked up at the store Linda found herself, once again, creating a tent in the front of her dress. What was with her today? She quickly glanced at the door to her room, noting that it was closed and locked. With a deep giggle, she inched her dress higher until she had easy access to her enlarged penis.
What she really wanted to do was wait until her husband got home from work, but she knew it was a Wednesday, and Richard never wanted sex on a weekday. That didn't stop Linda from wanting her lithe husband, though. Linda loved it when Richard walked through the door, all dressed up in his tight fitting business suit, forming to every bump and curve no her sexy husband's body.
The thought drove her deeper into arousal. Unconsciously she wrapped her big, calloused hand around her erection. Her hands were very rough. She'd need some cream.
Luckily she and Richard kept some KY by the bedside for the times that Richard wasn't very wet. Linda slid opened the drawer, grabbed the bottle and squirted some into her hand. A smile crept onto her thin lips as her hand again rubbed up and down on her erection, this time driving her wild.
Thoughts of Richard flooded her mind. Even though she was masturbating she still liked to fantasize about her husband. She pictured him in the room with her, naked, rubbing his large breasts up and down over her penis. She remembered what he was like on their honeymoon, all those years earlier, letting her tiny smooth hands run up and down her inner thighs, all the while taking her erection into his mouth. The work that he could do with his tongue...
"Oooooh!" she exclaimed as she squirted sperm all over her floral print dress. Another giggle escaped her mouth as she examined the mess she'd made.
"Oh well, it is laundry day," she sighed as she slipped off her dress, panties and bra and headed into the ensuite for a shower.
