Dick N. Ballz

One-On-One

Chapter 1

The itch began near the back of her anus and weedled its way right on up and over her erected clitoris. That certain itch that comes only to women in desperate need. Midge was more than familiar with the lovely yet agonizing feeling. It was time… yes… Midge knew it was that time. She closed her eyes, not wanting to… but the demand was there, spinning in her brain, warming her body.

She squirmed in her lonely bed and tried to resist the lusty thoughts that seemed to actually whisper about the room.

Midge turned over in bed and reached out a slender, well-manicured hand toward the small paperback book in the drawer of the night table. She kept it there, knowing that Robert would never see it. She was embarrassed at the very sight of it, but she had a need for it now… a need for the excitement to be found within its covers. She glanced nervously at the clock for what seemed to her to be the millionth time.

It was eleven-thirty, and Robert was not home yet. It was the fourth night in a row now that he had not come home for dinner… not anywhere close to dinnertime. It was getting to be too much, every night later and later, and all because of that damned promotion. She cared about his getting ahead, certainly… but at what price? It was almost like not being married at all.

Midge stretched her long slim legs out under the covers, down to where the sheets were cooler and soothing. She felt overwarm. Even though she was wearing a very scanty nightgown, the transparent fabric clung to her voluptuous contours, as moisture from her nervous perspiration seeped through to the material. She adjusted her pillows, propping them behind her back, and with a quick gesture, brushed her long auburn hair from her eyes. Then she opened the forbidden book to the page she had marked with a small slip of paper.

"Cliff began the steady back and forth motion that was a forerunner of what was to come. He placed the tip of his member to her moist, hairshielded opening, then with a sudden thrust he pushed all the way into her and the entire bulk of his cock slid into her, creating a wondrous sensation that filled her with a steadily rising fire."

Midge put the book down, her smooth creamy breasts heaving as she caught her breath. She glanced once more at the clock and listened a moment. Perhaps she would hear the car pulling into the driveway. But she heard nothing… only the sounds of crickets chirping in the warm night air of the comfortable Long Island home. She had decided to wear the most alluring nightgown she owned that evening. One of Robert's favorites. She was determined that he would not ignore her tonight. She mentally began to count days in her head… the days it had been since her husband had last made love to her. Yes, it was more than two weeks!