Jenna hadn't been feeling like herself for a while. She could remember the night that things had changed for her. Although she couldn't understand what it was that had happened. She and husband Harry had been sitting on the couch watching TV. The smell of a baking roast drifted through the cool air. The pair of them were sharing a blanket. Everything had been so comfortable and nice.
That's when things started happening. First Jenna felt a tickle down her neck.
She looked at Harry thinking that he had caressed her, "Not tonight hun, let's just enjoy the show,"
"What was that?" he replied, "Did you say something?"
Jenna wondered why he would be pretending but decided that He probably just didn't want to feel rejected.
She patted his hand.
Then she felt the tickling track it's way up her inner thigh and she knew that whatever this was, it wasn't her husband doing it.
The sensation continued, slowly swirling up one thigh and down the other. Until things started getting more intense. She looked under the blanket but found nothing. The sensation shifted and her face became flushed. Her clit began to ache with need as she felt gentle fingertips play access her mound.
"Harry?" She looked over at him.
His face was beet red and he wouldn't meet her eyes, "What is I hun?"
A small moan escaped from between her lips as she felt a phantom finger slide between her moistening folds.
"No," Harry's voice was pleading, "Not my... Ah!"
The finger plunged into her as her husband cried out, "Oh! Oh God, what is going on?"
