No, all she can think about is kinky sex

Elizabeth (no Lovable Lizzie, she couldn't think of herself as Elizabeth anymore) needed to get fucked.

Her first thought as a dutiful, faithful housewife was of her husband. She dashed out of the kitchen and searched the other rooms.

Fortunately she found him in the bedroom changing his clothes.

She pounced on him and he reciprocated. They fell onto the bed kissing.

In a matter of moments, they were naked under the sheets.

Steve was acting as sex was as normal as ever under the circumstances. They always got naked separately and crawled under the sheets to have sex.

Elizabeth, however, was disappointed first that she had to undress herself and laying under covers instead of on top. Next there was no oral sex. He didn't eat her pussy and she just got a couple licks of his dick before he wanted to fuck.

Finally, his dick was so small. She could remember just a couple nights ago that it was more than satisfactory. But now, it was tiny and thin and puny. Now she remember all the other cocks she sucked and fucked her in her cunt and ass.

Steve's dick was a joke to her now. Her pussy was still tight and accommodated it well enough but her memories were filled with cum and dildos and cocks filling every hole and the smell of pussy nearby.

His dick slid in and out but she longed for those horse dicks as she clenched her pussy to grip that tiny cock.

She moaned in pleasure, not from Steve's puny little cocklet but the memory of the first huge black cock that never reamed her.

Steve came and she squeezed his little nub and she faked it like she used to do for the Internet which never happened.

Steve smiled, kissed her and rolled over to go to sleep.

Elizabeth would have slept too but she was Lovable Lizzie now.