Her fingers thumbed through the pages nervously. She thought about what she was doing, but found herself compelled to continue. The magazine was that of her husbands, fact he bought every months issue since they were married. She also knew he would spend a lot of time in the bathroom with them, more than likely jerking off.
Their marriage of three years left a lot to be desired, sex was scarce and satisfaction was nill. Often, she too would spend time with herself, achieving more pleasure alone in bed rather then with her husband Tim.
Although she never thought about being with another woman, she couldn't help but admire the beautiful young women on the pages before her. One that caught her eye more so than the others was Miss December. She was a tall brunette with hair slightly passed her shoulders and a near perfect body. Darned in nothing but a Santa hat and laying in all her glory. Flipping back and forth from page to page, Trina realized her moistness was growing. Turned on by the young brunette, Trina slid her hand past her belly, down to her pleasure spot. She began to massage her outer lips, sliding a finger over her now soaking entrance. Cautious not to spend to much time on her opening, she pulled her finger back. Using her own juices she then lubricated her now over sensitive clit. Almost instantly she brought herself to an extremely, intense orgasm.
Shortly thereafter she stood to her feet, slipping her saturated panties to the floor, then picking them up and shoving them into her face. Smelling her own juices always turned her on. At one point she placed her tongue on the wettest area, noting the taste of her pleasure. Laughing almost like a schoolgirl, she thought to herself "this was only an introduction, yum."
Later that evening she prepared to do her normal weekly shopping. Tim was watching the 6:00 news as always. She fixed him his scotch and water, then went to change. Undressing, and standing before the mirror, she also noticed her own beauty. At age 26 and no children, she was in great shape. She worked out at the country club often, and jogged in her spare time. She picked out a short black minny skirt and white blouse to wear to the market. As she was heading out the door, a thought entered her head. A wickedly exciting thought, the kind that gave her that twinge of nervous pain in her lower belly. Without hesitation, she removed her panties, making sure to put them back in the dresser. "Now she was ready."