It was not enough. She had become accustomed to the thickness of Owen's huge penis, and her middle finger was just not enough to match that sensation. Rapidly, she inserted another finger into her needing pussy… and then a third. The three digits disappeared and reappeared in a softly sucking tempo as a low moan of pleasure purred from her lust-tightened lips.
"Aaaaaaggggghhhhh… aaaaahhhhh…!" the frustrated young wife moaned as she lewdly drove her fingers into her throbbing pussy, making wet sucking sounds as she wildly slid them in and out!
The sounds of her own moanings, and the sensations caused by her writhings and probings increased the heated flow in her pussy. Her breathing became more ragged, and Rita was swept away with a possession of lustful delight which she had not had for so long. Her eyes and teeth were tightly clenched as she squirmed beneath her driving fingers in uncontrolled passion. The rapid rhythm drove animal grunts of long unfelt pleasure from deep in her throat as her madly working fingers sank into her pulsating pussy, making sucking sounds as she frantically slid them in and out. Her face was red as she strained for her long awaited climax, and she panted in frustration as her hands whipped harder and harder, deeper and deeper.
Suddenly she opened her eyes, staring blankly into the room as she felt the first twinges of her orgasm sweeping over her… an orgasm that had been held up inside her for months. Her eyes grew glassy and threatened to pop from her head. She felt her muscles tighten reflexively, and she groaned again as she arched her ravenous young cunt even harder up to her fingers. Her breath went out of her as she felt a convulsive shudder break in rippling waves across the lust-filled surface of her excitedly flushed belly.
"Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh…!!!" came her wail as Rita arched back and imagined it was Owen bringing on the orgasm. She felt a sudden surging release and felt the translucent fluids wetting her hand and fingers.
As her climax began to ebb, Rita's firm, wearily quivering buttocks and wetly burning pussy subsided. She lay still, her chest heaving with the charge of her release and her eyes tightly shut. Sanity slowly returned to her mind, erasing the wonderful image she had managed to hold of Owen making love to her. And in its place came frustration and anger.
Once again she felt tears well in her eyes. To think that she had to settle for something like her fingers when the man who could give her what she really wanted was out somewhere playing with a bunch of kids. She was not ashamed at what she had done. She was seething with anger now… anger that grew and grew with each passing moment. Something was going to have to be done… and soon. She hadn't married a man like Owen to rely on herself to bring her the sexual happiness she wanted. If she had wanted to use her own fingers, she would have stayed single.
She didn't know what to think. She didn't mind sharing Owen with the kids. She didn't mind that every now and then, after he would half-fuck her, he would go out to the gym and work out. What angered her was the unconcern Owen seemed to feel for her. How could he be so simple minded as to fail to see that she was unsatisfied? Damn him anyway!
She continued to lay on the bed for a long while, hating and loving her husband at the same time. He had been so wonderful once, and she knew that he could be wonderful again. All he had to do was…
And then Rita could see the problem! Of course. It was so simple. Each and every time Owen fucked her, she would tell him that she was very happy and had enjoyed it. How was he supposed to know that he was failing to bring her over the top if she continued to lie to him? If he didn't know that there was a problem, he couldn't do anything about it. As long as he thought everything was fine, he would continue to do what he was doing.
If there was any fault to be placed, it had to be placed with her for letting the situation last as long as it had. She should have nipped the problem in the bud. If she had, everything might have been solved by now.
That settled it! Rita pulled herself from her bed and began dressing. Things had gotten out of hand. When he had to resort to her fingers to bring her the happiness she deserved, things were way too tar out of hand. She loved Owen, and she was certain that he loved her. Love means trust and understanding. It was not only her right, it was her duty to tell Owen that something was wrong, even if it hurt him in the beginning. Rita knew one thing… if things continued along the same lines for very long, she would blow up with her frustration. That could very well destroy her marriage, and she didn't want that.
CHAPTER TWO
"I wish your sister would run her own fucking errands," Bob Reed told his wife, Tina, as she dressed to go out. "I mean, Christ, love, she wanted the kid. She should take care of him."
"You just want me here so you can fuck me again, don't you?" Tina smiled as she slipped into her overcoat. It was white, pure white mink, and her ebony shoulder-length hair contrasted with it as sharply as night contrasts with day.
"Well of course," Bob smiled back at her. He wasn't really angry, though the thought of having his wife away from him on an afternoon like this for even an hour or so made him feel a little alone. Shit, what else was there to do on a cold Saturday in Amherst but fuck his wife?
"I'm sorry," she said, using a tone of voice that let him know she really wasn't sorry. "Abby had a million things to do today, and I promised that I would pick Larry up and deliver him to her house."
Abby was Tina's older sister, and while the two women had not been all that close, there were still family ties. Besides, Larry wasn't the only reason she wanted to go to the school ice-rink.
"Uh huh… and I'll bet you really jumped at the chance to get a closer look at that coach," Bob said, tongue in cheek.
"Owen Temple? You mean that strong, handsome red-head who's been keeping himself pretty much secluded with his lovely wife? Why… I hardly even notice him."
Bob went into a coughing fit, so hard was his laughter.
"That's right, love," he said after he was able to catch his breath. "And I haven't seen Rita, that lovely little blue-eyed blonde with the firm hard breasts."
Tina kissed Bob lightly and smiled. "I don't understand them," she said as she began buttoning her coat. "He's never home, and she's never with him."
"That's something to think about," Bob mused. "Maybe I should pay a little visit to them."
"They would certainly make a good addition to the club," Tina agreed. "Some of the members have been asking me why we haven't brought them to the meetings, since we live just two houses down from them."
"And what did you say?"
"I told them the truth. I told them we just haven't talked to them all that much."
"You know something?" Bob said thoughtfully. "Maybe it's high time that we changed that. Maybe we should really get down to it and bring them out."
"Uuuuummmm…" Tina said as she ran her pink little tongue across her full, lush lips. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"
"Suppose you tell me what you have in mind."
"Getting them separated is not much of a problem," Tina told him. "He goes out, she stays home. You work on her, I'll work on him."
"Sure… that's simple for me, but who knows where he goes half the time? How would you like to go chasing all over the town following him?"
"No one said that the good things in life are easy to come by," Tina said, wincing at the thought of chasing after Owen. "Still, it could be worth it. Just watching him walk around makes my cunt tingle."
"And thinking about Rita's tight little cunt really set my cock off," Bob said. "Hey, don't get me wrong. We can work something out that will make it a little easier for you."
"That's what I love about you," she said as she pulled away from him and looked through her purse for her car keys. "You're so considerate. But I think I would like the thrill of the chase. It would make me feel like a little school girl again."