It was a late Friday night and her husband of 12 years was snuggly sleeping in bed; but not Susannah. She was a night owl. She spent her time watching old reruns on the History channel and chatting away on her computer. As she sat in the living room eating her cherries and watching the latest edition of the History of Sex she began to think back to the last time she had raped her husband. She had always had to initiate sex. He wasn't the romantic type. Every evening he would crash in their bed early which left her wanting intimacy. He was the type to be comatose while sleeping. Nothing short of the walls falling around him would wake him most nights.
Her eyes began to feel like bricks so she stumbled off to bed shedding her cloths along the way. Laying there waiting for sleep to come she kept thinking about her husbands cock only inches from her hand. He rolled to his side and put his arms around her subconsciously recognizing she was there. His dick pressed up to her thigh and she could feel it was as soft as ever. Well if he wasn't going to get off, at least she would tonight. She moved his hands trying to reach her nightstand where her fake phallus was hidden. She needed a strong cock in her now and she didn't care if it was plastic or not. As she removed his hand he moaned in protest to her movement and put his hand on her flat tummy. If he wasn't going to let her play alone, she'd make him play with her. She moved his hands to her throbbing pussy; slowly pushing her sweet folds apart for his fat fingers. She placed her index finger over his and applied pressure. His hands were rougher than hers and it sent the feelings of pain and pleasure through her body. She got him to flick just for a second, damn that was good. Again she applied pressure and he again flicked his finger against her clit, just once, twice, a third. And then he stopped. No he can't do that. She needed more. Again she applied pressure and this time moved her hips to his fingers flicks. She noticed his prick starting to grow against her thigh. That could only mean one thing, the beast was awake.