Taking care of her needs

Rachel returned home abuzz with triumph.

There was nothing like the feeling of a freshly seduced cock. The way it vibrated and seemed to leap at her touch, the way John had unfurled, at first hesitant, then begging for a chance to cum over her naked body. The feeling of power was immeasurable. Already that day, she'd worked to undo twenty long years of marriage, and it wasn't even noon.

The home itself was gorgeous. Rachel had bought herself a two-bedroom, two-bath, two-story house, complete with open-concept kitchen and a spacious basement. Why did she need so much space? Because she had the money to burn, and it gave her more options for luring and seducing **** men into her web of lust.

Rachel shuddered, her hands trailing down her torso as she recalled her encounter with John. The bad thing about quickies like that, she always left just a little unsatisfied.

Heading upstairs to her bedroom, Rachel flopped down on her bedspread and stripped herself nude. Now she could play with herself as she truly deserved. The rush of conquering another "faithful" husband would make playing with herself so much better, so much more fulfilling. Not quite as fulfilling as having a good man fuck her silly, but it would do the trick, for now.

Rachel's hand had slipped down her tummy, trailing towards her engorged clit, when something distracted her out the window.

The blinds in the kitchen had been drawn up at the McCormick's, and Rachel had a perfect sightline into their kitchen. There, John stood chatting with his wife Penny. Penny was doing dishes while John walked up behind her, his body language suggestive.

Rachel quirked an eyebrow. She'd seen this before. Overcome with guilt or shame or just plain horniness, husbands would often try to come onto their wives shortly after their encounters with Rachel. She thought it was a way to try to convince themselves they were still good husbands. It rarely went well.

Of course, Penny shrugged her husband off when he tried to grope her breasts, turning around to scold him. John took his lumps, slumping a little and nodding.

Rachel felt herself gush at the sight. She'd done that. It was her. Her power.

Her pussy was pounding too hard now to be satisfied by simple fingers. She needed something bigger, something more to take advantage of this surge of perversity she was feeling.