As she sat alone on her couch, the lonely wife was desperate for pleasure.She craved the sensation of touch and longed to feel the warmth of another human being close to her.But tonight, there would be no man to share her bed it was a solo play, just her and the desire that burned within her.Slowly, she unbuttoned her blouse and let it fall to the floor, revealing a black lace bra which held her perky, large breasts in place.Her fingers teased and caressed the sensitive skin on her upper body as she imagined the sensation of another person doing the same to her.The anticipation was palpable, her heart raced with the heat that coursed through her veins.She moved on to the next phase sliding down her skirt while maintaining eye contact with the reflection in the mirror before her.With her stockings already donned, she now revealed a gstring that matched the black lace of her bra.The contrast of the smooth and soft fabric against her skin made her feel even more tempting, her sex aching for attention.Without any hesitation, she moved to her knees, spread apart for easy access to her womanhood.Her fingers delved deep within her pussy, teasing the engorged clit as she imagined the rhythmic pounding that would soon replace her own touch.With each stroke of her fingers, her mind painted a picture of an unseen man pleasuring her in ways no other had before his hands exploring and discovering her body, their bodies entwined as they surrendered to their deepest desires.As her breathing grew heavier and her lust intensified, she imagined the moment she would reach climax.The release would be powerful, leaving her panting and quivering as a satisfied, yet still desperate woman, yearning for the next solo play that would bring her closer to fulfilling her fantasy.With eyes closed tight, she lost herself in her thoughts, relishing the pleasure of her fingers on her wet pussy while awaiting the day when her loneliness might be eased by the touch of anothers hand and lips.