She continued pumping up and down over his cock until it was completely saturated with her hot, slippery spit. Sucking harder, she gave his swollen cock-head a thorough bath with her wildly swirling tongue while she vigorously caressed his shaft.

"Holy sweet shit," Ed moaned as he started thrusting his hips up in rhythm to her bobbing head. "That feels so fuckin' good, baby! So fuckin' good."

She could feel her own hot cunt juices streaming down the inside of her thighs as the wild flames built up in her burning twat. Wanting to prolong their lovemaking as long as possible, she released his lurching cock from her mouth and crawled back up into his arms, hoping desperately that he'd fondle her tits and pussy for a while.

"I love you," she whispered, covering his lips with her hot open mouth.

"And I love you," he panted.

"Honey," she sighed. "Please play with my pussy for a minute."

"Shit!" he gasped, "Let's start fuckin'."

"Please," she begged. "Just finger me a little bit first."

"Christ," her husband choked, puffing the hem of her nightie up. "Let's fuck!"

Panting like a wild animal, he quickly spread her thighs and crouched don between them, clutching his big throbbing dong in his hand.

"Please wait a minute," she whispered up to him, wanting just a few moments of loving foreplay.

"Christ, baby," he gasped, nudging his cockhead between her cunt-lips. "I'm gotta get rid of this load."

Barbara felt as if she'd been slapped in the face by a wet towel. Was she just something for him to get rid of his load in? She suddenly wondered what had happened to the sensitive, passionate lover she'd wanted. She felt like a common whore with her legs splayed lewdly apart. She couldn't believe that this panting beast was her own husband.