"Come on, baby," he panted. "Fuck back at me. Shit, this is fantastic!"

If he thought this wild humping was fantastic, Barbara couldn't understand it. Fantastic, to Barbara meant a gentle, tender union where each partner gave pleasure to the other, not this brutal selfish form of fucking.

She'd married him as a virgin at the age of eighteen, and after all these years, she meant nothing more to him than a cunt to receive his fucking load of jizz. Barbara cringed as she recalled how much she'd wanted him to fuck her a few short minutes ago.

She felts wild hate boiling up as he was fucking his hard cock in and out of her numbed twat. The way he was putting his bloated dong into her unwilling depths was almost obscene to the woman. Her numbed brain seemed strangely detached from her unfeeling body as she lay there listening to his deep animal-like grunts as he excitedly pumped his prick in and out of her unresponsive cunt.

"Come on, baby," he panted. "Get with it and show some life."

His wife didn't answer.

"Move, baby, move," he continued. "Jesus Christ, it's like fuckin' a sack of potatoes."

Barbara couldn't understand how he could be so insensitive to her feelings. Biting her lip to hold back her tears, she waited for this debasing act to end. He would eventually fill her cunt with jizz, as if she were a garbage can.

"Come on, honey," he panted. "Put some action into it."

Barbara could feel him speeding the tempo of his thrusts, and knew that he was rapidly approaching his climax. She couldn't wait for the moment it would be finished. It seemed that her husband had been humping her for hours.

"Come on! Shake your ass!" he shouted as he clutched at her shoulders, driving his prick faster and deeper into his wife's cunt. "Wake up and fuck!"

Clutching her tightly, he arched his back and began wildly pistoning his cock in and out of her slit.