He grinned sheepishly. "You know I'd love to, honey. I'll only be gone a few hours."

She slinked over to him, her tits bouncing behind the blue silky material. Looking seductively into his cool gray eyes, she rubbed her body enticingly into his.

"Oh, c'mon, Roger. Take me to bed and fuck me like you used to."

His arms circled her lithe body, his large hands cupping the cheeks of her ass. Her perfume attacked his senses. "You're making it difficult, honey." Splayed fingers squeezed her meaty ass cheeks.

"I intend to," she purred, grinding her belly into the hardness of his growing cock. "I'm not wearing any panties."

"I know." His fingers touched the warm, bare flesh where her nightie came up over her flared hips. His hands roamed, luxuriating in the softness of her hips and ass.

"You're getting hard," she moaned breathlessly. Like a playful kitten, long fingers and nails scratched his face and neck.

"I can't help it, honey. You're dynamite." He tried easing out of her grasp. "We'll finish this tonight."

Jessica wouldn't take no for an answer. Her lips locked onto his and her tongue plunged inside her mouth. Soft pliable flesh ground into his hard frame. She refused to let him go.

Finally he pried himself loose and groaned. "Later."

Her cheeks flushed with anger, blue eyes glowered hatefully. Abruptly she stepped back, trembling, trying to keep her anger under control. "It's always later," she said loudly, "but later never comes!"

Roger stared helplessly at his wife. He wanted her, but not this morning. "I promise. When I get home. I'm not working my ass off for me, you know. I'm doing it for the both of us."

"Bullshit!" she screamed. The last few months of constant neglect were coming to a head. "I don't believe you anymore, Roger." Her face glowed with anger and her tits heaved with each snipping word. "You-you-you're cheating on me!"