“Useless man” she mutters to herself as she grabs her nightie from the back of the chair and heads to the bathroom. Quickly brushing her teeth and washing off her make up, she strips out of her clothes, cringing as she sees the staining on her knickers.
Standing naked she looks at herself in the mirror, smiling as she takes in the view, turning to see how she looks from all angles, confident she could still turn a few heads. For a moment she thinks about her arousal, her eyes gazing between her legs, knowing how much she needs something hard inside her. But with a sigh, she grabs her nightie and slips it over her head and heads back to the bedroom.
Slipping in behind her husband, she eases herself against his back, wondering if he will notice, but all she gets in respond is a snore. So with a disgruntled moan she rolls away and tries to sleep.
She lays fidgeting for what feels like hours, her mind seeming to constantly return to thoughts of a hard cock driving deep inside her, and she worries that the cock in her mind obviously doesn’t below to her husband.
Even when she finally falls to sleep, she dreams of being fucked, this time the image in her mind is of the young courier driver from earlier, her dreams vivid of the young boy pumping into her, his body over hers, her legs around him, her dream full of the sound of his grunting as he pounds into her.
She wakes and for a moment is confused as she is in bed with just her husband, sure the dream was real. “Damn” she mutters as she looks towards the clock, seeing its only six in the morning, but knowing she won’t be able to get back to sleep now. |