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“Oh no,” Melissa groaned inside, hearing her dear husband from the other room starting to rumble under his breath about whatever work related crisis it was this time. Being married to a district attorney featured prominently and regularly in the press was not an easy task. To say he brings his work home with him is an understatement, and their sex life was starting to feel the effects. After ten years of marriage and seeing him through law school, it had been on trial after another, both on the homefront and literally.
Richard was a passionate man. It was one of the main traits that attracted her in the first place when they met in their early days of college. Though they had fooled around a lot during their one year engagement, she had saved herself for their wedding night and had never regretted it. The building of sexual craving and enormous desire for one another during that time had paid off greatly. That first night of holy matrimony was still to this day one of her favorite memories anytime she touched herself. Touching herself was something becoming too common these days. She longed for her touch to be replaced with his own. That powerful passion between them had always been explosively delicious in the bedroom. He knew how to ignite her into sexual flames with just the mere sensation of his lips on her neck. Now the only thing his lips do is cite law jargon and bitch consistently about the lack of justice in this country. Melissa was feeling her own lack of injustice. She wanted her husband. She craved his passion, and not only passion about putting the bad guys away, but passion about putting his huge cock in her still very lovely but lately too lonely pussy.
She stood making coffee in the kitchen, her thoughts wandering, remembrances of the many long nights of hot sex sessions that resulted in him being late for court but sure as hell smiling all day long with that “I just fucked my wife all night” look. Even all these years later, she still desired him as much as the first time. Her clit was aching just a little, right along with her heart. As he slammed down yet another case file in the den and muttered a few frustrated obscenities, she could take it no longer. American justice would have to wait!

The car hummed quietly curving around the city blocks as they both immersed themselves in deep thought. Angie’s head was still a little tipsy from the wine that poured as freely at the party as some of the kinky guests. Ted couldn’t believe he had talked her into attending the orgy. He always thought his shy, sweet girlfriend would never even entertain such a naughty notion. He wondered what she was thinking, taking his eyes occasionally from the road as he noticed her fingers running over her stocking clad thighs, her mind obviously in another place entirely.
Meanwhile, Angie herself was distracted indeed. Her panties were soaked from watching the evening’s torrid downright lewd events. She rolled the window down for a bit of air, hoping some of it would drift down between her legs and cool off her now scorching hot pussy. With every visual flashing through her mind of what she had seen that night, bodies intertwined in group sexual elation, her clit was a throbbing reminder of how fiercely it had turned her on. She had always been reserved sexually, even with her longterm love. She could feel a change in the air as if a true sexual awakening had taken place.
As they pulled into the driveway of Ted’s house, Angie had a strange but definite gleam in her eye. Always the gentleman, even four years into their relationship, he went around to her side of the car to open the door for her. As it swung open and he reached his hand in to her, he saw her own hand disappearing under her skirt. She gave him a shy but naughty grin as she spread her legs and let her fingers keep doing the walking until they reached their lacy destination. She leaned back against the headrest, mouth slightly agape as she moaned in the relief of her own pleasing touch. Ted could hardly believe his eyes, let alone his ears as she moaned with the accompanying sound of her wet pussy soaked fingers. He stood in stunned silence by the car door as he watched his shy girlfriend turn into a wild masturbating sex kitten right there in the front seat of his sedan. Her skirt had ridden up so high that he could clearly see her fingers performing their magic, wet and sticky as she worked herself into a hot and chest heaving frenzy. Breathing loudly, legs trembling, Angie came hard, hitting the car horn with her high heeled foot that blared right along with her LOUD defeaning sexual cry of relief. Ted’s mouth was still agape and eyes wide with shock and surprise as Angie sat up with what seemed to be a newly discovered sense of sexy confidence. She smiled lovingly yet slightly coy at her befuddled boyfriend, readjusted her skirt, grabbed her purse and stepped out of the car. “So, when’s the next party?”, she asked with a wink.