The sounds of laughter and shouting drift in the open windows and doors. The kids are outside, running with the neighborhood. But, you never know when they'll come tearing through the house. Frank's in the den, watching football. And, he tells me there's a must-see basketball game on tonight. Cool, I like basketball. The problem is that I am horny!
Last night was so good that I can't stop thinking about it. I love to do that, replay the past evening in my head, savoring the pleasure. But, like today, that often sends me off in search of my vibrator. Who needs movie star fantasies, when my own husband can do this to me?
Of course, that's when I'm alone. Today it is Grand Central Station around here. Where on earth can a girl get some privacy? And, what about the noise? That vibrator of mine sounds like a chainsaw starting up! Where, where? It has to be some place no one will be surprised to see me if they turn up unexpectedly. I've got it; downstairs in the laundry room. With the washer and dryer going, my sounds will be drowned out. And, heaven knows there is always plenty of laundry to do. So, I tuck my toy into the clothes hamper and head for the basement. As I pass the den, I see that Frank is dozing. Even better, I think.
Once I get the laundry rolling, I take time to contemplate my position. I wonder how soon I will be interrupted. I face so that I'll be more likely to see anyone that comes downstairs, and more likely hear if I should be called from upstairs. I lean back against the dryer and begin again to recall last night's loving. I imagine Frank's hands stroking and petting me, juicing me up for his cock. I think back on our hot kisses. And I picture his hard dick and remember how nice it was to suck and lick it before being fucked.
