My husband is in prison - not because he is a rotten crook but because he happened to be the fall guy for a group of businessmen who had pulled a few crooked deals. The bastard has been in prison now for 22 months and I am so horny I could fuck any man who gets near me! I am only allowed to visit Tom once a month and the first thing he asks me is, "Have you been faithful to me? Are you really waiting for me to come out of prison to have sex? Are you sure you can be true to me and wait for me?" These questions did nothing to quell the fire which was raging in my cunt. My reply has always been the same, "Yes, I have been faithful to you and no, I haven't fucked anyone else while you are in prison but if you don't get out soon I don't know how long I can wait for it!"
For the first 6 months it wasn't too bad - I have my vibrator and that had kept me off the boil but now it was so much longer since I had been fucked I just didn't know how I could managed without sex. At first Tom's questions had been so sincere I felt terrible having him in prison without sex and at least I was able to move around outside but he was locked up. A bit later I detected a change in Tom's attitude to me and to the questions he continually asked. He had definitely changed but he wouldn't talk to me about the change although he admitted he felt different. Of course I didn't feel different - I badly wanted a fuck and was becoming desperate.
Tom had been a very good man before his prison sentence. He had high moral values and was always a very respected man in the community. I had felt very privileged to marry him. He should have known better than to get involved in the stupid deal which had landed him in prison but he thought it would turn out much different than it had. Tom and I had a very good sexual relationship and we enjoyed each other's bodies whenever we had the chance. Sex for us was a loving experience and we made love whenever we could - sometimes twice a day. Usually because of Tom's moral beliefs, we tended to have sex in the missionary position although he was certainly prepared to try different positions and to even try other things like anal sex and oral as well. He tended to think anal sex was dirty as well as the oral sex but if I could get him excited enough he would do these things with me anyway.
Let me tell you about myself. My name is Jennifer and I am 28 years old. I am a brunette with a very good figure, rather tall and I have been told I am very good looking. My breasts are very full but natural and my waist is slim but my hips are just right - generally I am a very attractive woman even though I say that myself. My pubic hair is very dark, almost black, and Tom didn't like me to trim it so I have always left it to grow untrimmed. When I go to the beach and wear my very tiny bikini suits I have to spend a deal of time tucking in the stray hairs to make me look more respectable. If no one is watching at the beach Tom likes me to just pull the front of my bikini bottoms down and then pull them up so that the hairs show on either side of the bikini front. This is one of Tom's few breaks with strict codes of dressing. He doesn't like me to wear anything which is too revealing except on the very odd occasion when he wants to show me off. Then he gets me to wear something which he feels is appropriate for him but sometimes rather revealing for me. These times are usually only when he wants to show me off to his business colleagues.
For the most part I am very proud of my figure and don't mind showing it off for Tom. I guess this is because I know I will be in for a wonderful fucking when we get home - Tom gets very turned on when he sees me flirting with his colleagues but only then. He can get very upset to see me playing around with anyone at all if he hasn't asked me to but of course I never go too far.
This change with Tom which I mentioned before has me worried. He tries to be the same but he is a very troubled man. I guess nobody likes going to prison but this has affected him much worse than most because he just didn't believe he belonged in a place like that.
I was getting hornier every day and my vibrator had ceased to satisfy me any more. I really wanted a man's cock in me and I needed to cum from the friction of that cock in my cunt. My last visit to Tom - only two weeks ago - had almost been with a stranger. He still asked the same questions but with no fire in the voice nor in the question. It was almost asked out of habit rather than to get ask for a genuine response. I tried to make sure he understood I had not been playing around but now he didn't seem to care.
There was a knock at the front door on this particular day and when I answered it I was amazed to see Tom standing there - a completely different Tom - almost waiting to be asked inside. I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him fiercely on his lips but he didn't respond. I tried rubbing my body against his but he held back - and all his was taking place on our front porch.
I literally dragged Tom into the house and took him straight into the lounge room where I offered him a drink. Tom doesn't drink much but likes an occasional whisky on special occasions. Tom refused my drink offer. Suddenly I felt terribly horny and wanted Tom to fuck me. I was a little disappointed when he hadn't responded to my kisses at the door but I guessed he was a little shocked at being home from prison. He told me he had been released earlier than expected due to his good behavior but was on parole and could be returned to prison at any time if he should re-offend.
Tom moved uneasily around the house looking at everything as if he hadn't seen it before. He was very uncomfortable particularly when we went into the bedroom to look at a new cover I had bought for our bed. I could see he wanted to leave the bedroom but I held his hand and kept him there. Next, because I was so horny, I undid a couple of buttons on my shirt and, because I wasn't wearing a bra, I was able to pull my shirt aside and bare my left breast complete with long nipple because I was so aroused. Tom glanced at my breast and then turned and walked out of the bedroom. I was so disappointed I felt like crying! I left my breast exposed and walked after Tom determined I would get him aroused somehow because he just had to fuck me or I would go crazy. Now I undid the rest of the buttons on my shirt and pulled it out of my short skirt and exposed both of my breasts. Now I was sure he would take notice. I followed him into the lounge room where he was helping himself to the whisky which he had refused before. I stood in front of him, pulled the front pieces of my shirt wide apart exposing my lovely breasts to him, and then said, "Tom, aren't you pleased to see me and my breasts again?" Tom shook his head as if to clear it and said, "Just leave me alone can't you, I want to be left alone!"
I decided to take him at his word so I walked to the kitchen and began preparing lunch. Having made up a lovely lunch for him I carried the plates and cutlery into the dining room and set up the table ready for us to eat. I still felt terribly horny so I left my top off completely and was naked to my waist with my lovely breasts bobbing around as I walked around. I went back to the lounge room to get Tom but to my horror he immediately yelled at me and told me to get dressed - what sort of a slut have I become! I just couldn't understand this. Tom had been away from me for so long and I expected him to tear my clothes off and fuck me but instead he was just pushing me away from him at every opportunity. I collected my shirt and put it on and only then would Tom look at me! This didn't make any sense at all. We ate lunch in silence and then Tom stood up, thanked me for lunch and told me he was going to lie down for a while. I cleared up the table and placed the dishes etc., in the dishwasher and then quietly crept to our bedroom to see if Tom was sleeping. He was just lying there looking up at the ceiling with a vacant look on his face. What has happened to my loving husband?
I walked over to the bed and sat down alongside him. I took hold of his hand and squeezed it and told him I loved him and was really pleased he was back home to me again. He just snorted and told me, in no uncertain terms, to piss off! Bewildered I sat there for a minute or two and then burst into tears and ran from the bedroom. I felt so rotten but had to be realistic that he had been away from female company for a long time and it would take him a while to adjust to being home. At least that was what I hoped!
Tom stayed in the bedroom most of the afternoon and only came out when I called him for our evening meal. We ate in silence and I could see my only course of action was to just let him be despite my longing for a good fuck! After the meal he said he would like to go to bed so I decided I would join him and make it an early night and, hopefully, a night of sex.
Tom was already in bed when I reached the bedroom and so I slipped off all of my clothes and slid into bed with him. I reached for his cock but was amazed to find he was still fully dressed - he had just climbed into bed and that was that! I tried talking to him but he just wouldn't talk so I just lay there wondering what had happened to my husband. I hardly slept all night although Tom did.
Next morning I woke from my fitful sleep first and climbed out of bed and donned my thin robe and began preparing our breakfast. It was all ready to eat when Tom walked into the kitchen. He looked at me and then sat down to eat! No greeting or pleasantries - he was just there and that was that.
I tried to get him to talk but he just wouldn't so I thought it best to leave him alone. After breakfast he sat in the lounge chair and stared at the wall. I couldn't get my head around all of this - what on earth had happened to him. I decided I would make one last effort so I sat down on the floor in front of him and took his hands in mine. I told him it was stupid not talking to each other and he had better shake himself out of his misery.