His cock throbbed. "I'm sorry, Mimi. I know I shouldn't get so jealous… but Jee-zuz, I can't help it. You're such a damned good-looking woman! You can't blame me for trying to defend my territory just like any old dog guarding his sheep." Sam was from Oklahoma, and occasionally it showed in his language. Though normally, he sounded like any other English professor, when he was emotionally overwrought, he found comfort in returning to his roots. Oklahoma was still planted deep in Sam's soul.

Pleasant pangs of excitement pulsed through Mimi's veins. She liked attention. She had been getting a lot of it since she came to America, both from her husband and from strangers. She was in the mood for more.

She drained her bourbon and stretched back languorously against the pillows. She spread her thighs wide. Her robe fell open so the thick black curls of her cunt-hair were exposed to Sam's view. She wriggled her ass-cheeks up off the bed. "Eat my cunt, Sam darleeng… I am so hungry for eet." Though Mimi already spoke good English when she met Sam, it was he who had taught her her new vocabulary of 'naughty' words. She liked the feel of them on her tongue. She used them a lot in private. "Don't you like my pussy?" She could see by the gleam in his eye that he did.

Sam poured himself another shot of bourbon and drained it. He wiped his neat goatee with the back of his hand. He started toward the bed. In all his years of experience, Sam had never met a cunt like Mimi's cunt. She did things to him no woman before her had ever been able to do. Any invitation from Mimi was like a one-way ticket to heaven. He never could refuse her. Mimi had revived the sex drive he had thought he was losing. She made him feel like a ravenous kid again.

At first he had worried about taking on a wife almost twenty years his junior. He wasn't sure if he could keep up with her. He was delighted to find that there were no problems in that direction.