Susan trembled with terror. She hadn't meant to do that, she hadn't. It had just happened, completely out of her control. But it was too late now to figure out why it had happened, for she could see a murderous glint in her husband's eyes, and she began to back away from him in fear.

"Tim, oh Tim, I'm sorry… I'm sorry."

But her enraged husband was past caring how she felt now. Her sudden slap had made his alcohol-fogged brain broil with anger. She was making a fool out of him, a damn fool, and he wasn't going to take it another minute! He wanted her, and if she wouldn't respond to gentleness, then he'd try another method. He didn't give a damn now what she thought or how frightened she was. His cock was aching like thunder in his pants, aching for triumphant orgasm, and he was going to have it! NOW! Lunging toward her, he reached out, grabbed her by the arm, and began to pull her roughly to the bed.

"Tim!" she cried, "I'm sorry! I didn't mean it! I didn't!"

But her outraged husband only responded with a snarl of animal lust. His entire body was vibrating with a sadistic mixture of throbbing desire and seething revenge. Brutally he threw her down on the bed, then fell on top of her furiously resisting body and began to cover her face and neck with harsh kisses. As she groaned out her protest, Tim began grinding his hips into her futilely resisting abdomen. His long thick cock pounded angrily in his trousers, pulsing like a drum against his thigh. He was consumed in a torrent of raging barbaric passion, heightened by the excess of wine and the burning sting he still felt in his cheek where Susan had slapped him. He was through with waiting now! He was going to fuck the living daylights out of her, and this time she wouldn't be able to get away! She was his wife, and he was due his rights as a husband!

Cruelly he pressed his searching mouth onto her trembling lips, kissing her like a frenzied beast while she struggled, helpless beneath him.