Linda Carney was upset one Saturday morning when her husband rolled over in bed, announced he could not fuck her, and fell back to snoring.
It was the first Saturday morning in their entire marriage they had not made love.
Tim, usually exhausted from working in the machine shop all day, had little energy left to fuck any other night. So Saturday morning, after an evening's drinking with the boys and a full night's rest, was the time Tim reserved for fucking his wife and getting his rocks off.
Linda took it as her due. And when it didn't happen on this hot weekend morning, she began pouting and kicking Tim's leg every five minutes to waken him. He snorted in his sleep and kicked back. Linda turned on her side, sobbing and plotting revenge.
Once a week was bare minimum, so far as she was concerned. Linda was a naturally sexy women, and she was already having to work off her surplus desire by masturbating often.
If Tim couldn't make his weekly delivery, it was good-bye Tim! She didn't know how she would leave yet, but she would find a way.
So, that very moment, she started plotting. First she would join clubs. She knew that by getting out of her house, she would meet people – if not men, then women who knew men. She would enlarge her world. She pictured herself lost in a lollipop world of penises, picking from the best of the lot, savoring this one, and whiling away an afternoon with that one.
But all this would take careful planning. She quietly sat up, careful this time not to waken her husband.
Her determination nearly failed her for a moment as she looked at his sweet, handsome face and then his sweet, slack penis curled between balls and thigh. She sighed. It would take work and then might be to no avail. No, making a list of sexual alternatives would be the best bet now.
She got up, jostling Tim slightly. But he didn't stir. Linda tossed her long, tangled blond hair back over her shoulders and strolled naked across the room to her dresser.