Sleep evaded her as she lay in their cabin. Her husband, suffering from sexual dysfunction when it came to vaginal penetration, she had masturbated him fifteen minutes earlier. Relaxed he now lay beside her asleep, while she, unsatisfied, yearned for carnal release.
She lay listening to the night sounds, the gentle slap of the water against the pontoons of the houseboat, the distance call of a mopoke and the soft sigh of the night breeze in the trees of the nearby forest.
She waited, alert to every sound on the boat.
The low swish of the sliding door at the front of the boat being opened; a shadow passing the window of the cabin as he made his silent way along the outer passageway to the stern of the boat; he was waiting for her.
She had no need of foreplay to be aroused. Her clitoris, labia and vagina swollen and enlarged were already engorged with blood and the fluid of arousal was soaking her inner thighs.
She rose cautiously from the bed, pausing to make sure her husband had not been disturbed; then slipped out into the internal passageway that ran down the centre of the boat to the stern.
The board that always creaked when trodden on, where was it? Ah just here by the bathroom door. She carefully avoided it and then paused briefly by his wife's cabin where she slept apart from him. Yes, asleep, she could her gentle snores.
A few more steps and then that damned back door that opened onto the stern. Careful, it slammed noisily if not put cautiously back in place.
Then she was out on the stern deck and into a world of magic. The full moon rode high above them and the river ran silver fire in its light as the warm summer night breeze rippled the surface of the water.
