She went on wailing as her body shook and rocked in violent pleasurespasms, but she didn't even disturb the rhythm of Jim's snoring. Afterwards she fell asleep easily, for the first time in weeks. All she'd needed was to come Why couldn't Jim realize that? And just what was turning him off sex? Tomorrow they'd definitely have to have a talk.

Sally and Jim worked at the same metropolitan hospital and often worked on the same floor, but Sally was so busy the next morning, she just didn't have a chance to talk to her husband. Finally in late afternoon she had time for a break, and she asked one of the orderlies if he'd seen Dr. Anderson. The man said, yes, he'd just seen Jim going into the sup-ply room.

Sally hurried to the, supply room and walked' in silent in her nursing shoes. She'd been trained to walk quietly and not to disturb her patients with unnecessary noise. That was why Jim didn't hear her when she came in. He didn't even notice her, and neither did Nurse Benson. But then he and Benson were pretty busy kissing and pawing each other. They were totally preoccupied.

Sally had just enough sense left to duck behind a linen shelf. Then she slumped against a wall and seethed with rage. No wonder Jim hadn't been interested in fucking lately. He was probably all fucked out with Benson. When Sally had gotten her anger down to the simmering point, she peeked out from behind the shelf to see what was happening.

"My God," Nurse Benson sighed, "one more hour and I'd have gone crazy."

"Me, too, baby," Jim said hoarsely, "I've been horny for you all day."

So he could get horny alter all! Sally seethed with jealousy as she watched. Not that she could blame him for getting turned on-Irene Benson was built like a brick shithouse. She had tits the size of watermelons, and they stuck out firmly under her prim uniform. She was a brassy blonde, always flirting and joking with the doctors, and it was suspected that she'd been fucking more than a few of them.