Cyndi wants the "Real Thing"!

 Cyndi felt George's eyes roam her body, and her stiffened nipples were hard to ignore.  George's eyes centered on the puckered targets.  Cyndi could feel his gaze burn into her skin.

 George had woken while Cyndi was in the shower.  The running water had shaken him from his dream.  He was pissed that his erotic dream was interrupted.  However, as he listened to the spraying water in the next room, he faintly heard the familiar sounds of Cyndi's moaning.  There could only be one reason for this, he told himself.  The more he concentrated on listening, the more evident the sounds became.  He knew what was going on in the bathroom!

 Cyndi was caught off guard!  She stood naked, in the doorway, holding the silver, glistening, toy in her hand, by her waist.  She quickly tried to hide it behind her as her embarrassment overtook her.  It was obvious, by George's smile that he knew what she had been up to!

 Cyndi stepped toward the bed, only stopping to put her love toy away.  She climbed in next to George.  "Sorry I woke you," she cooed in an almost whisper.  She draped an arm over him and pulled her body next to his, draping her leg over his waist.  She was tired, yet her body seemed to be electrically charged.  Even though she had several orgasms earlier this evening, she still hadn't had a 'REAL' cock!  It had been nearly two frustrating weeks without an engorged throbbing pole buried in her twat.

 George took immediate advantage of Cyndi's current state.  His erotic dream had already made his cock hard as a rock.  Now his wife was cuddling up to him!  He needed to get off!  He seemed to forget what his wife's body looked like, and how much it turned him on!  He fleetingly tried to remember the last time they screwed, yet couldn't picture it.  The only vision that popped into his head was two nights earlier, when he screwed the living daylights out of Susan Martinelli, his campaign manager.

 It only took George a couple of seconds to strip off his pajama bottoms and flip Cyndi onto her back.  Within moments, he was pistoning his hardened member in and out of Cyndi.  George knew he wouldn't last long inside the velvety grasps of her inner walls.

 Cyndi was relishing the current feeling.  It was comfortable.  It was nice.  Her husband was over her, enveloping her entire body.  She liked the feeling of his cock sliding comfortably in and out, bringing her to the kind of orgasm she really wanted.  She knew that since she had recently gotten herself off, that a long, nice, slow approach would surely do it!  She closed her eyes and started to lose herself in the sensations taking over her body.  Then it happened!

 George just pumped furiously until he felt his load boil over.  He shoved himself as deep as he could into Cyndi's cavern and spilled his innards.  He collapsed onto Cyndi, briefly kissed her on the lips, pulled out, rolled over, and shortly thereafter, fell asleep!

 Son of a bitch, Cyndi thought to herself!  She lay there, still wanting!  He got off, and left her there to hang mercilessly, all by herself.  She could feel the cum drip from between her legs, as she felt cheapened by his behavior.  She, too, rolled over so that her back was to her husband.  She wanted to be as far away from him as possible at that moment.  She cried herself to sleep as she drifted off into dreamland.