Arine had been horny all week and had not been relieved. All the toys they had were missing or stolen from their previous home robbery, and the sexy magazines were burned long ago for fuel for the fireplace. Her favorite Hitachi vibrator had konked out months ago in an impressive masturbation session, and shorted out from the shower of excess pussy juice. What was equally frustrating was that there was no internet access, making surfing online for sexy stories impossible: Cray had decided to cancel their dial-up access for the crappy internet service they provided. A freak electrical storm erased all the porn tapes in the house and a virus wiped out all the sex pics on the computer. She had nothing at all to adequately masturbate to, or with. What she needed was a cock, to pound her cunt hard and fast and a warm mouth to suck on her aching clit. She looked at the clock: 4:40pm. Cray would be home in a few short moments! Yes, HE was the answer to relieve her lustful desires and take care of her throbbing and moist pussy. Time seemed to crawl as she waited in agony for her hubby's arrival. Finally he showed up, and Arine ravished him with kisses and with lustful anticipation. "Sweetie" Arine cooed, "It's been a week now..."
"A week?" Cray quickly replied. "Oh yes, it has!" he answered. And with that, he bounded out the door. "... but sweetie?" Arine asked confused, wondering why her hubby headed for the garage.
Moments later, Cray returned with the garbage and recyling bins, and went through the house collecting the garbage and recyclable items. Arine waited impatiently, knowing that he would soon be finished with the task and would have an opportunity to get what her pussy wanted. Finally, he completed the garbage chore, and Arine decided again to take advantage of the situation. "Ya know honey, it's getting kinda warm in here... for me."
"It is?" Cray asked.
"Yes it is," Arine lustfully replied. "And I'm sure you know how to fix that for me."
"Oh, you bet!" Cray exclaimed, as he jumped up from the sofa and headed towards the hallway closet. He returned with the oscillating fan and set it up in front of Arine and switched the fan on 'HI' speed. Next, he then dashed towards the thermostat, turned it on 'COOL' and set the room temperature to 50 degrees.
"Umm, Cray?" Arine sat bewildered. But he wasn't done yet. Cray trotted to the kitchen. Arine heard a glass being brought down from the cupboard, the ice tray being twisted and ice cubes clinking into the glass. Cray quickly returned with a chilled ice tea for Arine and handed it to her.
"Uh... thanks hon," Arine replied, feeling even more frustrated.
Her pussy was in agony! She sat for a moment and thought of the words that would entice her sweet (but dense) hubby to ravish her body and service her. Finally, she thought of the words that she knew would be magic to his ears...
"Honey?" Arine cooed over to Cray.
"Yah?" Cray replied.
"My crotch is getting kinda moist."
"It is?" Cray responded.
"Yes... and it's making my panties and my jeans damp. I wonder if you can take care of it for me?" Arine asked in her most coy tone.
"Oh, you bet I can take of it for you!" Cray eagerly exclaimed. He bounced over to Arine, and placed his hands upon her hips to undress her. He began to undo her jeans and worked to slide them down.
"Yesssss!" Arine screamed in her head. Finally, in a few moments her pussy would be relieved, and she felt the tension of her pussy growing in anticipation as Cray slid off her jeans and began to remove her soaked panties.
"Wow, you really are wet! You really weren't kidding!" Cray exclaimed.
"And you'll take care of it for me?" Arine asked. Cray nodded and replied, "As you wish sweetie." He then picked up the sopping jeans and soaked panties, and headed over to the washer. Arine heard him click the washer to the wash cycle and her clothes being tossed into it. Arine sighed in utter disappointment and sexual frustration as the washer kicked into gear, whirring away. She looked at Cray as he returned and asked, "Cray, I'm sitting here naked from the bottom down and my pussy is soaking wet... don't you want to do anything to me, please?" Arine asked pleadingly. Cray stared at his sweetheart and thought. "Oh, gosh, sweetie," Cray replied. "I'm sorry bout that, hold on, I'll fix you right up!"
Arine held her breath...
Cray sped towards the washroom closet and returned with a warm, moist washcloth. He hopped over to Arine and wiped off her dripping pussy, and handed her a clean set of panties and bottoms he picked up from the bedroom.
Arine felt like crying. What could she possibly say to get the message across to her lovable (but incredibly dense) husband that she needed sexual relief?
"CRAY, I'M FUCKING HORNY AND I NEED YOU TO SUCK MY PUSSY TO ORGASM RIGHT NOW!!!" Arine screamed.
"Oh, are you feeling horny?" Cray asked.
"YES!" Arine replied.
"And I bet you want me to lick your clit?
"Yes, please?" Arine asked.
"Oh yes, I could do that for you!" Cray replied.