Kari checked the clock, relieved to discover that she had two hours before her husband would be home. She’d worked herself up driving home from work, letting her thoughts slip into daydreams and fantasies about the fucking she’d like to get from him. Each red light gave her a chance to advance the scene a little further. She’d gotten as far as the minutes just prior to a long, full-body orgasm, but arrived home before she could reach completion.
Given the time she had, she knew she’d have to get herself off if she expected to relax and enjoy her evening. Though their sex life was not lacking, she knew she needed to get off hard, through her own efforts, if she wanted relief from her drive home.