Wet and ready wife
Judy Prentiss stared at her husband's cock with longing.
"Joe, darling," she sighed, "are you sure we couldn't? I mean, there may be some other way."
Joe Prentiss sat in bed, naked except for the heavy cast encasing his whole left leg. He was the picture of frustration.
"No, dammit," he snapped. "For the last time, Judy, we'll just have to forget about fucking until this cast comes off the damn thing's in the way."
"But. Joe, that could be weeks," Judy moaned. "Please, darling, let's try some of the things I was telling you about." Joe glared at her.
"Judy, shut up and go to sleep," he said.
After five years of marriage, Judy could tell when her husband's temper was about to boil over. She turned off the bedside lamp and curled up in bed without a word. But inside she seethed with longing. Ever since Joe broke his leg at work, three weeks ago, she'd been horny as hell.
The problem really wasn't the cast, it was Joe's hopelessly old-fashioned attitudes about sex. He'd only make love in one way, with him on top, and Judy couldn't convince him to try the other positions she'd read about. But at least after tonight she wouldn't have to lie beside him in bed and long for him. She'd be busy somewhere else.
Judy had had to get a job to supplement Joe's unemployment checks, and tomorrow would be her first day. She'd managed to be hired as a cocktail waitress at a nightclub called the Flamingo. The job would keep her busy from eight in the evening till well after midnight. She didn't like being separated from Joe that long, but it was better than the aching lust she felt now.
The next evening Judy reported for work at the Flamingo and was told to go see the owner, Mr. Tony Rossi. She knocked timidly at his office door. She'd been hired by the club's hostess and hadn't met Rossi yet. She hoped he wouldn't change his mind when he saw her.