Of course, Samantha herself was permitted any and every pleasure she happened to desire, not just in the agreed-upon adulteries about which she reminded him so gloatingly but also in the intervening days. She did not hesitate to masturbate, after all, saw the poor husband, wide-eyed and longing. No, as he goggled there speechless, not daring to move a muscle, his wife might simply draw up her knees and push aside her panties, and rub herself, smirking and determined, in the meaty folds of her hairy blonde cunt. The juicy wet sound of the fingertips rubbing rhythmically in glistening, slippery pink, the fishy, deliciously feminine scent of her arousal that filled his dilated nostrils! “Oh, don’t mind me,” she shrugged airily as she pretended one time to have just noticed him watching. For a
