This didn't mean that for even one second the enraged young housewife had made up her mind to find a lover – those inhibitions were still firmly fucked into her faithful little mind. No, it merely meant that she now felt relatively uninhibited to satisfy herself – with her own hands!
Stalking over to the chair, Angela decided that this would be a good time to start, and sat down heavily. Now that her anger had subsided a little, the frustrated young blonde realized what frantic signals her unfulfilled little belly was sending out. She felt that any moment painful cramps might double her over as her love-starved insides shuddered and twitched. Sliding down in the chair so that her buttocks were resting on the forward edge, her body curved forward, Angela looked down at her pussy and decided to go ahead. After all, who would know? But still, her hand hesitated a second before she was able to make it reach down, but finally it dipped with decision, her forefinger sliding between her cum-slippery cuntal lips. With fascinating the young wife stared down at the way her slender finger pushed aside the thin pink ribbons of flesh, delving deep into the moist little slip. She found she could make the sensations constantly change and grow by rubbing here, then there, by fondling the thick full cunt lips themselves, and best of all, by slowly circling her finger around and around the outer periphery of her erect little clitoris.
"Ooooohhhhhhhh," she moaned as she pushed gently right on the center of the hot little nubbin. It was almost as if it were an electric button that shot high voltage through her helpless body, she found herself thinking. For several minutes the dreamy-eyed young woman fondled and played with the aching flesh up between her thighs, her long shapely legs stretched out in front of the chair, slightly opened.
But she knew what she liked best was to have her pussy filled, and so, hesitantly at first, she passed her questing middle fingertip over the softly petaled opening to her vagina, looking down as she did so so that she could actually see it push aside the tight muscular opening and slip a little way up inside her cunt. From the first, she knew that one finger would not be enough experience over the past few weeks had taught her that – so she put two fingers together and rather brutally shoved them far up between her widespread legs. They went in easily, she was so aroused and wet up there, and the panting girl started sawing them in and out, finding that she got additional excitement from the obscene wet sucking sound they made as they slid up as far as they could go into her desire-swollen vagina. Unfortunately that was not far enough. Compared to the way her husband's huge penis had stabbed up nearly to her womb, Angela's fingers were plainly inadequate – just a bad joke, but at least she knew that there was no danger of their cumming prematurely!
Angela's head was lying back against the top of the armchair, her eyes half closed while she savored the growing ecstasy in her cunt, when suddenly she was able to see from under her lashes a stealthy movement by the door.
"Hans!" she called out sharply, stopping her fingers for a moment. "You go back in the living room!" The big dog had his handsome head stuck around the edge of the door, wondering what was going on in the bedroom. "Go on out, I say!" Angela ordered again. Quickly the big head was pulled back around the comer and she could hear his nails clicking down the hall. The suddenly liberated housewife may have felt justified in satisfying her needs herself, but somehow she just couldn't face doing it in front of the dog.
With a grateful sigh, Angela sent her fingers sliding once more in and out of her hungering pussy, but somehow the dog's intrusion had spoiled the effect. Try as she might, Angela could not get the same burning pleasure from the act as she had done before. A few minutes ago she had known she was on the way to orgasm, even if she wasn't in a hurry, but now, her fingers just didn't seem to be doing the job. Impatiently she inserted a third, but even though it made a thicker mass going up into her more and more disinterested cunt, at the same time she was not able to get them in so deep.
"Oh, damn, damn, damn," she moaned aloud. Was she to be frustrated another time? God, she hoped not. Her belly still screamed for release even if her fingers were able to provide it. Determined, now that she had made up her mind to handle her own sexual problems, the young blonde housewife got up from her chair glum-faced and walked naked into the kitchen, heavy taut breasts swaying sensually from her purposeful stride. Opening the vegetable bin, she rummaged around inside for a moment, frowning in concentration and obviously trying to make a decision, then with a grunt, she straightened up holding a huge fresh carrot in her hand. She stared at the massive root for a moment, noting the tiny bits of dirt clinging to the outside and grimaced, distastefully. Going to the sink, she washed the carrot and picking up a potato peeler began to strip off the skin in long brightly colored curls. In a moment the big vegetable was naked in her hand and then the frowning housewife turned her attention to the sharp tip. That would never do, she mused, and picking up a knife, carved the end of the carrot into a blunt rounded shape, never really letting her mind think for too long about the lewd thing she was about to do.
All this time Hans was watching his mistress through the door, although he was keeping obediently far back in the living room. The sight of her naked loveliness plus the rich odors of obvious feminine arousal that permeated the air around her, rising in almost visible waves from her thoroughly soaked vagina, were beginning to have a predictable effect on the oddly trained animal. He had made several trips to see Sylvia lately, but instead of satisfying him, this had made the big dog's hunger for human women burn all the more furiously. But something warned him into being cautious. He could sense somehow, how different his mistress was from the completely amoral brunette down the road. Still, his eyes followed her eagerly as she walked back into the bedroom, holding the thick orange carrot up in front of her like some sacred relic. The dog stole to the bedroom doorway and peeked around just in time to see Angela sit down once again in the chair in the same position as before.
For a moment the beautiful naked girl sat lost in deep thought, her legs lewdly parted to expose her blonde-fringed pinkness below. Her fingers grasped the carrot tightly as she slowly began to realize what an obscene thing she was doing. And besides, it was so big and might hurt her. But, oh damn, what's the use, she moaned to herself and positioned the bright orange instrument right up against the entrance to her moistly seeping vagina. Without giving herself any more chance to think, she shoved, forcing the smooth orange tip a short way up inside, gasping a little at its unexpected coldness. Then she slowly began to rotate the hard blunt instrument around and around, working it up into her steaming pussy like a screw, bending forward in fascination to watch it disappear inch by inch into the tight wet little opening.
"Assssshhhh," she gasped out as she felt her cunt gratefully accepting the strange impalement, a powerful tremor running through her loins. Finally most of the huge carrot was sunk up inside, just enough of the bright orange shaft sticking out to provide a good grip. Wrapping her fingers around the lewd protuberance, the blonde young wife began experimentally moving the carrot in and out between her blonde-rimmed pussy lips, just a little at a time, her eyes big and dreamy as she ground lust into her body with this obscene tool.
Bit by bit the trembling young woman was able to discover that if she moved the carrot in certain ways she was able to experience strange tremors of pleasure that she had never before even imagined existed. Oh, God, she thought, if this was only something she could tell Jack, then perhaps he would be able to do the same things with his hot, throbbing, living cock – but no, if he ever tried anything like that he would cum in ten seconds!
Angela felt as if she were grasping a handle to her insides. Twisting the carrot in a rotary motion, she was able to press its bulbous tip up against the sensitive opening to her womb, deep inside, causing sharp and almost painful bolts of ecstasy to make her belly quiver. When she had aroused herself to a state bordering on blind madness with this technique, the gasping housewife decided it was time to sprint for the ultimate goal – orgasm. Pulling the carrot out almost its full length, the hard, brightly-colored surface slippery with her warm vaginal secretions, she suddenly rammed it far up inside, as far as it would go, almost as if she were trying to hurt herself.