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Elizabeth Baxter was frustrated.
Her husband, Harry, had been away for several days and so Elizabeth had not had any fucking, and it was starting to get to her. She liked to get fucked at least once a day. Harry was agreeable to that and he usually kept her well satisfied, but now that he was out of town Elizabeth was getting desperate.
She had finger-fucked herself that morning.
It was pleasant enough and she had gotten her rocks off, but fingers were not pricks and it left her unsatisfied.
She was annoyed, too.
Harry hadn’t telephoned.
He’s probably in bed with some slut, Elizabeth thought morosely. It made her mildly jealous to imagine that and it made her feel a lot hornier, too.
She wished that some total stranger, handsome and with a big prick, would come to the door for some reason. A salesman or a motorist asking directions. She would have seduced the lucky caller on the spot.
But she didn’t want to start an affair with anyone she knew or that her husband knew.
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