Amber groaned as Brett’s alarm jolted her out of the sinfully dirty dream she’d been having. The details were fading fast, but she distinctly remembered a young Latino man licking whipped cream from between her legs. She writhed, rubbing her thighs together. Yes, her pussy was definitely wet, though sadly not from the oral ministrations of a handsome young Mexican man. She blinked the sleep from her eyes, resisting the urge to slide a hand down between her legs and pick up where the dream had left off. God, she was horny! Not surprising, considering it had been nearly a month since she’d had Brett’s cock inside of her.
She’d fallen asleep on the couch waiting for her husband to come home from work. He still hadn’t arrived when she’d woken shortly after midnight and stumbled wearily to bed. He’d obviously arrived sometime in the wee hours of the morning and hadn’t bothered to wake her. It was an all too common scenario in recent months. Brett was hungry to climb the corporate ladder, and had been burning the candle at both ends trying to earn brownie points with his superiors. However, his ambition was taking its toll on their physical relationship. The few hours she saw him in any given week he was too exhausted from work to do much more than scarf down a quick meal and stumble off to sleep. Any attempts by Amber to initiate sex were met with a yawn and a guilty apology.