Martin Gage awakened extremely early the next morning and couldn't seem to get back to sleep. Feeling the warmth of his wife's body next to him, the man's cock began to stir. It had been more than a month since he'd last fucked Anne and he was starting to get quite horny.

Neither of them ever wore anything to bed, so putting his arm around her, he gently pulled her soft bare bottom back against his throbbing boner. With his stiff cock trapped between her warm wiggly asscheeks, he reached around and started tenderly fingering her pussy.

"Don't do that," she finally spoke in a sleepy yoke. "It's too early."

"I know," he whispered, worming his finger deeper into her cunt while he rubbed his hard prick up and down against the crack of her ass. "But it's been so long since we've made love."

"Don't blame me," she said in an irritated voice. "You're always too damned fired."

"But I'm not this morning."

"Well I am," she snapped. "Now leave me alone and let me get back to sleep."

With her ardent lover of eighteen years ago coming to see her this morning, she was in no mood to be mauled by her husband.

"Please," begged Martin. "My balls are so full they're aching."

"Then let them ache," she snapped. "Why didn't you think of that when I needed a fuck? Now stop arguing and let me get back to sleep."

"God damn it!" he roared, grabbing her shoulders and forcing her to face him. "I want to fuck."

"Then go fuck yourself," she hissed, trying to struggle free from his grasp.

Rolling the woman onto her back, he forced her arms in back of her head and levered his knee between her thighs.