The first thing that registered – just for a second – was how stern she looked. But moments later, as she saw me, her face contorted and she screa...ed.I stepped toward her, stretching out my hand.Her face screwed up even more. “No! Keep away! Leave me alone!”I didn’t understand. This was my wife! “Alice!” And moved closer.She backed away.I moved more quickly, reached out, touched her shoulder.She convulsed and collapsed. I didn’t understand, but I had to do something. I believe that’s a ‘man. All day, I worked on projects for my business and put it out of my mind as best I could, but a couple of times I remembered what was coming. I wanted to call him and ask him if he could hold off and not do it this time, but I didn't.I was a good girl.When he called and let me know he was on his way home, I didn't tell him and he didn't ask. It was a long half-hour. It felt just like one of those days when I was growing up and had a "bad" report card. I waited for Dad to come home, knowing that. She demanded details so I explained how a man’s penis goes inside the woman’s vagina and thus a child is born and they get immense pleasure from it. She looked disgusted and surprised. I slept but she was awake and for the first time she rubbed her pussy to see how it felt (she told me all this later).I have a very deep sleep and am not easily awakened by noises but around 3, I was awakened and being familiar to the moaning sounds of a girl reaching orgasm (porn?), I quickly understood she was. She still could not explain her sudden hunger for cock, because she still did not understand it. All she knew was her cunt was, almost overnight, on fire constantly, and she was having orgasms, beautiful orgasms. Exposing herself at the bank made no sense to her either, but she couldn’t deny it had made her excited. She still had the tendency to blush when she and Jimmy talked about fucking, but it wasn’t as bad as at first. Her son, over his surprise, showed only eagerness to keep fucking.