As the hot April sun soaked into the neighborhood, Hema Balaji felt like tearing off her Ghaghra. She wanted to be totally naked, tan all over. But of course that would have shocked the neighbors. "Darn," Hema sighed softly. "I sure am getting some crazy ideas lately."

It wasn't just the idea of wanting to lie around stark naked in the back yard. Yesterday Hema had gotten the hots for the mailman. He was new on her route, a blond hunk, and he'd looked terrific in his uniform. Hema felt ashamed of herself. She was a knotted woman, and she really did love her lover, Sri. But they'd been knotted for seven years now, and their sex life wasn't as exciting as it used to be. In fact, Hema thought sadly, it was about as exciting as watching paint dry.

She glanced around to see if anybody was watching, then pressed a hand to her pouting cunt-mound. She had an insane desire to slip her hand down inside her Ghaghra and play with herself. Why, she hadn't masturbated since she was a 18 year old! She didn't have to wonder what was giving her all these crazy ideas. She knew. She and Sri just weren't making love often enough. He'd just been promoted, and he always seemed to be exhausted when he got home from work. He was just too tired for sex.

Hema pressed her cunt-mound harder and felt a boiling heat in her pussy. She would have given anything just then to have a man. She imagined a huge stiff cock sliding into her cream-soaked cunt, and she moaned softly.

"Okay, Hema, get a hold of yourself," she muttered.

Beating off in front of the neighbors wasn't the answer to her problem. But what was? She needed a lot more loving than she was getting, but Sri couldn't give it to her. There didn't seem to be any way out of her dilemma.

Then Hema was distracted from her problems when she heard voices from the next yard. That was the home of her best friend Shanti and her lover Ratan. Hema recognized Ratan's voice now, but there was a female voice, too, and it wasn't Shanti's. A six-foot fence separated the two yards, but Hema knew where a knothole was. Bored, with nothing else to do, she naughtily decided to spy and see who Ratan's female guest was. She knelt before the knothole and peered into her neighbors' yard. Ratan was in shorts and a T-shirt, lounging in a chair. His visitor was Vijayalakshmi, a stunning black-haired divorcee who lived in the next house over. Vijayalakshmi was wearing what had to be the world's smallest Ghaghra.

Ratan was ogling Vijayalakshmi's tall big-tit body, and the expression in his eyes wasn't brotherly.

"Shame on you, Ratan," Hema whispered.

Of course he didn't hear her, and she didn't want him to she'd have been terribly embarrassed to be caught spying on him but she decided she'd better keep spying, just in case Ratan was up to something. Shanti would want to know.

"I'm really sorry, Vijayalakshmi," Ratan was saying, "but I already lent my garden scissors."

"Oh, damn," Vijayalakshmi drawled in her naturally sexy, husky voice.

"But stay and have a coffee if you've got time," Ratan added.

"Why, Ratan, I'd love to!" Vijayalakshmi smiled.

Now Hema was riveted by the scene. Vijayalakshmi was new on the block, and her arrival had made lots of the neighborhood wives nervous. Surely this dazzling young woman wouldn't go long without a man. But would she get a man of her own, or would she seduce someone's lover?

While Ratan went to get coffee, Vijayalakshmi settled himself in the chair next to his, smiling. She tugged at the top of her Ghaghra, loosening it a little so it looked like her big firm tits were about to pop out.

Bitch," Hema muttered.

Ratan quickly returned with the coffee, and he and Vijayalakshmi began to chat. She kept brushing his arm with her hand and her long red finger-nails. She really was gorgeous, Hema had to admit, but she also seemed to be coming on to Shanti's lover. "It's so nice of you to let me stay, Ratan," Vijayalakshmi sighed. "I'm so lonely since my divorce. I really miss having a man in my life."

Ratan looked like he was going to choke on the ginger from his beverage. He blushed a little, swallowed hard, and said, "Aw, come on, Vijayalakshmi. A beautiful woman like you, lonely? I find that pretty hard to believe."

"It's true, Ratan," Vijayalakshmi purred. "At night I think I'll go crazy you can't imagine how horny I get."

Ratan turned even redder, and Hema scowled. Vijayalakshmi was coming on to him all right. And now the bitch had the colossal nerve to remove her Ghaghra blouse and bra! She unfastened it and tossed it aside, and Ratan's eyes almost popped as he ogled her melon-sized tits and big cone-shaped nipples.

"Mmmmm, that feels better." Vijayalakshmi smiled. "I hope you don't mind, Ratan. Nobody can see us.

"Oh, no, no, I Don't mind," Ratan practically yelped.

He couldn't take his eyes off her fantastic tits and Hema really couldn't blame him. Vijayalakshmi was built like a movie star all legs and tits and ass, and now she were wantonly displaying her naked tits to Ratan.

Would Ratan be able to resist her come-on? Judging from the talks Hema had had with Shanti lately, she didn't think so. Shanti and Ratan's relationship was a lot like hers and Sri's-seven years old and getting stale. Ratan was probably ripe for the plucking.

"You know what I miss most of all, Ratan?" Vijayalakshmi cooed. "A man's touch. Like this."

She took his hands and set them on her huge naked tits. Ratan made a horny croaking noise. He didn't put up any resistance. He started molding and squeezing her tits and Vijayalakshmi gurgled with excitement.

Terrific, Hema thought. Now what do I do?

She wished she hadn't spied, but it was too late to stop. She felt she had to see everything Ratan did, so she could report it to Shanti. Or should she just open the gate and walk over there and put a stop to this hanky-panky?

She thought about it and decided that Ratan and Vijayalakshmi would probably just tell her to take a hike. She'd stay where she was, gathering information to report to Shanti.

Vijayalakshmi's huge silky-skinned tits seemed to be swelling as Ratan molded them. Her long eyelashes were at half mast, and she was smiling seductively. Hema wasn't surprised when Ratan started getting a hard-on.

Still she thought, bastard.

The fly of his shorts was obscenely tented. Vijayalakshmi noticed too, but she just grinned. After all, that was what she'd been aiming for and she had her neighbor's lover so hot for her that he couldn't control himself.

"You're getting me awfully excited, Vijayalakshmi," Ratan reported hoarsely.

"Mmmmm, honey, you're getting me excited, too," she purred.

Hema was really pissed off. Her best friend's lover was about to fall into bed with the neighborhood seductress. But at the same time, Hema had to admit she was getting turned on by the scene. She wasn't proud of it, but her pussy was on fire. No wonder. It was two weeks since she'd gotten laid. She had so much lust stored up she was getting turned on just from watching other people make out. She was definitely going to have to have a talk with Sri.

Meanwhile wild horses couldn't have dragged her away from that knothole. She was angry, but she was fascinated. She'd never spied on anybody before, and she'd never watched others getting it on. She just couldn't resist peeping.

"Ratan," Vijayalakshmi gurgled, "we'd be more comfortable on the grass, Don't you think?"

"Uh, sure, whatever you say," Ratan croaked.

They slid out of their chairs and onto the soft freshly mowed lawn. Vijayalakshmi snaked her arms around Ratan's neck and kissed him. Hema could tell she was shoving her tongue in his mouth. She expected to see steam come out of his ears.

As she gave him a long steamy tongue-kiss, Vijayalakshmi rubbed her naked tits against his chest. She pulled up his T-shirt and wriggled her stiff nipples into the thick hair mat. Ratan gave a muffled groan.

At last they came up for air, and Vijayalakshmi said in her husky voice, "Help a lady out, Ratan? Honey, I'm so horny I could die."

"Uh, gosh, Vijayalakshmi, I dunno," Ratan said hoarsely. "I mean, I'm knotted, and I love my girlfriend. I'm not sure I could do that to Shanti."

"Darling," Vijayalakshmi purred, "Shanti will never know. And I really need you. Here, just feel this."

She quickly removed her Ghaghra, and Ratan gawked at her cute copper-colored bush. She grabbed his hand and stuck it between her legs. Ratan shivered, and Hema knew he was touching wet, searing-hot flesh.

"See?" Vijayalakshmi whimpered. "Feel how hot my pussy is, Ratan? Come on, help me out."

She didn't wait for an answer. She pulled off his T-shirt and tugged down his shorts. The crotch of his jockey shorts was bulging with an enormous hard-on. Vijayalakshmi grasped the waist-band of his shorts and tugged the garment off, leaving him naked.

"Mmmmmm, Ratan, you have a fantastic body," she gurgled.

Poor Ratan didn't stand a chance. His cock was so engorged by now, it looked ready to explode. Vijayalakshmi wrapped her fingers around the thick blue-veined column of meat and began pumping it and Ratan groaned with excitement.

There go his relationship vows, Hema thought.

She was furious with him, yet at the same time she couldn't blame him a bit for responding to Vijayalakshmi's come-on. After all, Vijayalakshmi was a fantastically beautiful woman, and she was doing everything in her power to turn him on. Hema found herself staring at Ratan's cock. He was pretty well hung. She felt hot cream oozing from her hungry little cunt and she wished she had a hard cock of her own to play with. It had been so long since she and Sri made love, so long that she was almost whimpering with need.

She rubbed her thighs together, trying in vain to ease the hot ache between her legs. This spying was making her too damned hot. She really ought to stop, yet she didn't want to miss a second of this exciting scene.

Vijayalakshmi pumped Ratan's iron-hard cock till he was shivering and moaning steadily. Then she flopped onto her back and pulled him on top of her. He sank down between her satiny thighs, and she cupped his ass and dug her long red nails into the taut flesh.

"Please, Ratan, honey, fuck me," she whimpered.

"Oh, shit," he groaned, "I'm only human."

His ass jerked sharply, and Vijayalakshmi's head lolled back in bliss. She gave a hoarse sustained moan as he shoved his long stiff cock into her burning needy cunt. Watching it happen, Hema creamed right through her Ghaghra.

"Oh, my God," she moaned softly.

She had to admit it-she ached to get just what Vijayalakshmi was getting. She'd almost kill for it. She wanted to feel a huge hard prick cramming her starved little cunt, reaming her out.She'd never felt so frantically horny in her life.

"Unnnhhhh, honey, yesss," Vijayalakshmi sobbed, "get into meeeee!"

Ratan hit bottom, only his balls showing, and he groaned in delight. But Vijayalakshmi didn't let him pause to savor the moment. She started jerking her hips, too horny to wait even a second for the hot action she craved. Ratan snorted with lust and started fucking her hard.

"Unnnnhhhh, yesssss," Vijayalakshmi moaned, "fuck it to me, baby fuck me good and hard!"

On the other side of the fence Hema was whimpering with lust and envy. Sure, she was furious with Ratan for cheating on Shanti and she could have scratched Vijayalakshmi's eyes out, but she was also going crazy with horniness.

She watched Ratan's thick cream-soaked cock hammering up and down in Vijayalakshmi's juice-squirting cunt and listened to him groaning with pleasure. She couldn't remember the last time Sri had fucked her with that much enthusiasm.

Hema longed for the great early days of her relationship when she and Sri had fucked like bunnies. She realized now that their sex life had been getting dull and routine for a long time. Sri just didn't have the hots for her like he used to and did she still have the hots for him? Right now, she had to admit, she wanted to be fucking Ratan. She wanted to feel that wrist-thick cock piston in her starved cunt rocketing her to the orgasm she so urgently needed.

"Oooooh, shit, honey," Vijayalakshmi whimpered, "You're fucking me so damned good!"

Tell me about it, Hema thought enviously.

Vijayalakshmi wasn't faking her excitement. Her lovely face was contorted with pleasure, and she was jerking her hips furiously to Ratan's hard rhythm. Thick pearly cream was gushing from her reamed cunt.

Hema was almost panting with lust as she watched. Again she felt an insane desire to stick her hand inside her Ghaghra and beat off. But even more, she wanted the real thing. She wanted a man so bad, she could have screamed.

She'd get Sri to make love to her tonight. She had to, or she'd go crazy. No matter how tired he was, she'd perk him up and then she'd fuck his socks off. The horny young girlfriend made herself that firm promise.

"Harder, baby, make me come!" Vijayalakshmi moaned.

Ratan snorted with lust and fucked into her so hard that Hema could hear their bodies slamming together. She could hear the lewd sucking noise his cock was making as it reamed the hot cream from Vijayalakshmi's squeezing pussy. The noises drove her to a fever pitch of lusty longing.

"Unnnnhhhh, shit, yesss, you're doing it to me, I'm comingggggg! Vijayalakshmi wailed. "Ohhhh, God-whaaahhhhhh!" Her body rocked and writhed, and her huge swollen tits wobbled hard against Ratan's chest.

Her spasming cunt brought him off a second later, and he groaned and hammered his load into her. "Awwwww, fuckin' Christ, awwwwwww!" he roared.

Hema shivered and whimpered as she watched them coming. She ached to be coming herself, but there was nothing she could do about it, not for hours. Her relief wouldn't come till Sri got home, and even then she was going to have to fight for it.

"Oh, God," Ratan moaned as he finally rolled off Vijayalakshmi.

Vijayalakshmi grinned wickedly and gave a final lusty wriggle.

"Honey, that was fantastic," she gurgled. "Just what I needed and remember, nobody will ever know."

That's what you think, bitch, Hema thought angrily. She drew back from her spy hole and stalked into the house.

Hot from the sun and from the scene she'd just witnessed, Hema headed for the shower. Maybe cold water would dampen her maddening lust as she showered, she wondered what to do about her secret.

She'd just watched her best friend's lover commit adultery. Should she tell Shanti?

It was hard to answer. She felt she ought to rat on Ratan and yet she didn't want to hurt Shanti's feelings. By the time she stepped out of the shower she still hadn't made up her mind. She wandered naked to the bedroom and started hunting up some clothes. She wanted something very seductive, something that would be sure to arouse Sri. She paused and looked longingly at the king-size bed where they'd had such terrific sex. It seemed so long ago. Sri was always tired now, always preoccupied with his job. He'd come home, eat dinner, and fall asleep in front of the TV, leaving Hema aching with frustration. Well, not tonight!

She picked out a little red jumpsuit, one that hugged her petite curvy body. She stepped into it and walked to the mirror. She was still in her late twenties, and her body was good. She knew any man would find her attractive.

Any man but her lover Sri just didn't seem to be interested in sex any more. Hema knew she was going to have to work extra hard to get him turned on tonight.

She paraded back and forth in front of the mirror, sticking out her tits and wiggling her ass. The little slut wished she could be as tall and busty and seductive as Vijayalakshmi, but she also knew she was no dog. Well, the outfit would just have to do, because Sri was going to get home at any minute. Hema hurried to the kitchen and mixed a pitcher of beverages. She dropped olives in two glasses and set them to chill. Then she heard her lover's car in the driveway. "Okay, Hema, this is it," she said determinedly.

He came dragging in the door, pooped out as usual. He didn't even took at her as he hung up his jacket and flopped into his recliner. He sure didn't look ready for a roll in the hay, but Hema vowed to change that.

"Hi, honey," she purred. "I'm so glad to see you. Would you like a beverage?"

"Oh, yeah, that'd be great," Sri sighed.

Hema brought the coffees and pulled her chair close to his. "Rough day?" she asked.

"They're all rough days," Sri sighed after taking a gulp of his beverage. "But it means a lot more money."

"Sometimes I wonder if it's worth the money," Hema said as she leaned over to kiss him.

She planted her mouth on his and kissed him hungrily, wriggling her tongue between his lips. No response. She probed his mouth with her hot little tongue and sensuously caressed the back of his neck still no response.

She drew back and looked at him. "Honey, I really worry about you. You're so tired all the time. Maybe you should think about getting another job."

"What's for dinner?" he asked.

Hema sighed. "Upma with Sambhar I'll go fix it."

Maybe he'd feel more refreshed after he'd had something to eat. She watched him closely through dinner. He hardly glanced at her and didn't notice the sexy outfit she was wearing. She might as well have been a piece of furniture.

Later, as she was washing the dishes, Sri passed through the kitchen yawning. "Gosh, I'm bushed," he announced. "I think I'll just go right to bed."

"Good idea, honey." Hema smiled. "I think I'll join you."

She left the rest of the dirty dishes in the sink. There were more important things to take care of. She followed Sri into the bedroom and quickly slipped out of her clothes. Usually she wore a nightgown, but she jumped into bed naked. Sri didn't even seem to notice that.

"It's so hot tonight," she cooed. "You Don't need your pajamas."

"No, I guess not," Sri sighed.

He dropped his shorts and Hema ogled his big hairy body.

Even after seven years of relationship, she loved his body, and she felt her hungry pussy swelling, heating and creaming.

Sri got into bed, and she snuggled up to him.

"I've been thinking about you all day, honey," she purred.

"That's nice," Sri muttered, reaching for the light.

"Wait, leave it on awhile," Hema said, running her hands over his hair-matted chest.

"Oh, you want a read?" he yawned.

Hema sighed with exasperation. "No, darling, I want to make love!"

Sri just blinked at her, as if he wasn't familiar with that activity. She ran her hands down over his hips and onto his cock. She wrapped her fingers around his meat and started pumping it. No response.

"Hema, I'm kinda tired," he said.

She pumped his cock harder, faster. "But Sri," she said, "we haven't made love in weeks. I'm horny, baby I'm so horny I could scream!"

"Okay, we'll do it on Saturday night," he said.

"No, Sri," Hema said firmly, "I want it now!"

She slid down beside his cock, stuck out her tongue, and started lashing it all over his prick. Now she was finally getting his attention. He gave a little snort of surprise then shivered. Maybe he was responding at last.

Hema took her time, whipping her hot juicy tongue all over his big blue-veined cock. She hadn't Srie that in a long time, and she'd missed it. Sri was always telling her to wait, that they'd do it on the weekend. Well, she couldn't wait any longer.

"Mmmmmm, mmmmmm," she moaned.

She lathered every inch of his prick with her hot spit. She caught the fat purple head of his cock between her lips and teasingly nibbled and sucked at it. Sri shivered again. He seemed to be breathing harder.

She knew what he liked best, what excited him more than anything else. Opening her lips wide, she started sucking his prick into the steamy heat of her mouth. As she encased his cock in hot juicy flesh, he groaned.

"Mmmmm, that feels nice," he said.

Well, at least she was making some progress. She sucked in nearly all of his cock, all she could take without choking on it. She firmed her hot lips around the thick shaft and started sucking loudly and hungrily.

"Oh, yeah," Sri groaned, "that feels great!"

Hema gave a muffled moan of lust as she felt his cock finally reacting to her hot greedy sucking. His cock throbbed, swelled and stiffened. She almost came just thinking about it. She sucked harder and drooled all over his mushrooming prick.

Sri was panting now, and he kept giving hoarse groans of pleasure as she sucked his throbbing stiff cock. Hema was shaking with need. Tonight she was going to get laid! It almost seemed too good to be true.

She sucked till his cock was cramming her mouth and almost butting down her throat. Then she drew back and admired her work. Sri's prick was massive, spit-soaked, and drooling. It was ready for action-and so was Hema.

"Mmmmm, honey," she gurgled, climbing on top of him.

Usually they did it with Sri on top, but she couldn't wait.

She simply couldn't wait another second to feel her lover's massive hard prick inside her. She straddled him and jerked her hips downward, taking the hugely swollen head of his prick into her juicy little cunt-mouth.

"Oh, God," she sobbed, "I need it so bad."

Sri's handsome face was flushed with lust, his nostrils flared. She'd gotten his attention, all right. He grabbed her tiny waist and started easing his thick hard cock up her smoldering pussy-hole. Hema threw back her head and sobbed with relief as the thick column of cock filled her starved cunt.

"Ahhhhh, baby, ahhhhh," she wailed.

Snorting with lust, Sri plowed his prick to her womb, stuffing her completely with the hot cock-meat. She soaked his cock with helpless floods of molten cream. She'd waited two long horny weeks for this sensation, and she was going out of her mind with excitement.

"Fuck it to me, honey," she moaned, "fuck my brains out, lover!"

"God," Sri growled, "You really are horny!"

"No shit?" she whimpered. "Don't talk, baby, just fuck!"

Sri leered at her and pumped his cock hard and deep in her juice-flooded cunt. He always liked it when she was naughty in bed, when she begged for his cock. Well, she was begging tonight begging with her whole body.

"Ooooooh, shit, oooooh," she moaned.

He was fucking her good and hard, just the way she craved it and it was a heavenly relief for the sex-starved young girlfriend. She creamed steadily and uncontrollably, the molten cream overflowing her cunt and soaking his balls. Her cute orange-sized tits wobbled before his lusty eyes.

"Fuck it to me, fuck me forever!" she wailed.

Sri got more excited as she wickedly urged him on, and he fucked her harder and harder till she was riding his cock like a bucking bronco. Hema let her head loll back, and she closed her eyes tight, shutting out everything but the intense pleasure she was feeling. She was already rocketing helplessly toward orgasm.

"Ohhhhhh, Sri, honey, I love it!" she howled. "You're fucking me so damned good!"

That spurred him to even harder fucking, and Hema floated to the brink of climax. She could have come right then, and come like a bomb, but she greedily held back, gorging herself on the hot sweet sensations his cock was giving her.

She ached to come, yet she didn't want the pleasure to end. She hovered there, half coming, whimpering in ecstasy, while her lover's massive prick pounded deep and hard in her starved little cunt. Nothing in the world felt better than this, she was sure of it.

But she couldn't hold off her orgasm forever, and at last it overpowered her, exploding from deep in her cunt and flaming out to shake her whole body. She shuddered violently and began to scream with relief.

"Ohhhhhh, Sri, yesssss, I'm coming-waaaahhhhhh!" she howled.

"Unnnnhhh, God-aaaaggghhhh!" he bellowed.

Hema always loved to feel his thick hot load filling her cunt. He had a lot stored up this time. It flooded her pussy and overflowed, running down her legs. The searing flood made her orgasm even longer and more intense.

Even as she started coming down from that delicious orgasm, she was hungry for another one. It had been so long since she and Sri had fucked, just one climax wasn't going to satisfy her. It might take two or three to do the job.

"Honey," she gurgled, massaging his prick with her greedy cunt.

But Sri gently rolled her off him and gave her a peck on the cheek. "That was great, honey," he yawned. "Good night." Good night? When her whole body was seething and aching with lust? Hema couldn't believe it. But Sri rolled on his side, turned off the light, and in less than a minute he was snoring.

"Shit," she moaned.

She'd gotten all the loving she was going to get and that would probably be it for the next two weeks. She could have sobbed with frustration. That one wonderful orgasm had just whetted her appetite for more. She could have fucked for hours and still not have been satisfied.

Well, she had to face reality. Sri was through for the night, maybe through for the month, and if she wanted more sex, she'd have to find another way to get it. And there was only one way she could think of.

Hema rolled over to the far side of the bed, lay on her back and opened her thighs. She slipped a hand between her legs and touched the hot and swollen flesh of her pussy. She rubbed the engorged folds and whimpered with need. She didn't believe in cheating, so masturbation was the only way out for her. She hadn't played with herself in years, not since she was a lusty 18 year old virgin. She'd almost forgotten how. But as she ran her fingers over her needy pussy, the technique quickly came back to her. Slowly and deliciously she discovered what felt best to her.

"Mmmmm, mmmmmm," she sighed.

No danger of waking Sri up. He was out for the count. She allowed herself to sigh and gurgle as she caressed the steaming wet flesh of her pussy. Soon she zeroed in one the most sensitive and tender spot of all.

She found the little hooded lump of her clit at the very top of her pussy, and she pressed a fingertip to it and rubbed it in a slow sensuous circular motion. Sizzling cream spurted from her cunt and ran down the crack of her ass to puddle on the sheet beneath her. No, she hadn't forgotten how to play with herself thank heaven.

Masturbation was going to be her only source of sex for quite a while, so she might as well go for it. She ran her fingertip faster and faster around her swollen clit, giving herself hot stabs of pleasure. She'd soon soaked her twirling finger with her heavily seeping cunt-juice.

It felt damned good, but it wasn't what she wanted most. She ached to feel Sri's big hard cock pounding mercilessly in her cunt. Her fingers could never give her that kind of satisfaction. But she didn't have a choice.

Her fingers would have to do the job of a cock, somehow. Hema slid one stiff finger into her molten seething pussy, and it felt pretty good. It wasn't as big as a cock, through and a cock was what she really craved.

She tried inserting a second finger, and that was better, but it still wasn't quite what she needed. She somehow managed to wedge a third finger into her slick little pussy, and that was just right. It was almost as thick as a cock.

Yeah, mmmmmmm," she gurgled.

With three fingers bunched together, she finger-fucked herself and she started slowly, then speeded up, finding that faster she did it, the better it felt. Her fingers made an obscene sucking sound as they reamed her famished cunt.

"Ohhhhh, shit, good!" she moaned.

Soon she was finger-fucking herself as hard and fast as she could ache to come. The bed quivered a little, but she didn't worry about waking Sri. Hell, she could have been fucking another guy in that bed and Sri wouldn't have woken up.

She put that forbidden thought out of her mind and just slammed her fingers harder and harder in her squirting little fuck-hole. She shoved her fingers as deep as they'd go, plumbing her molten depths. Then suddenly a gigantic orgasm ripped through her body.

"Ohhhhh, God, yesss, unnngghhhh!" she sobbed.

She moaned and writhed and rocked as she masturbated her way through that desperately needed orgasm. That would hold her for tonight but what about tomorrow and all the days after that? What about all those horny nights when Sri was too tired to fuck?

"Shit," Hema sighed, "what am I gonna do?

She couldn't go on dying of sexual frustration, yet she didn't believe in cheating on her lover. She couldn't accept playing with herself for the rest of her life, either. But as she fell asleep, she couldn't think of an answer to her problem.