She automatically sucked his cream into her mouth, drinking it down. She loved the taste and feel of jism. She wanted his fuck-cream pouring down her throat, inundating her mouth. He poured blast after blast of thick rubbery spunk into her mouth and she sucked relentlessly at his spurting cock.

She drew more and more fuck-cream out of his prick, filling her mouth with the delicious liquid. When he was through, he pushed her away from his crotch.

Grabbing his limp prick, she tried to clamp her mouth back over it, but he moved out of her grasp. "Go to sleep," he said. "I'm bushed."

She covered him with the blanket and got up from the bed. She went into the den and closed the blinds. Breathing hard, she sank down on a lounge chair.

The sonofabitch didn't care about her! All he cared about was getting his rocks off! She'd show him. She'd have an affair. That's it. An affair. Lots of women did. She suspected one or two of her friends of fooling around. Well, she would too. She didn't have to put up with this shit. Sure, she'd wanted to suck him off, but he could have let her get him hard again. He could get hard again easily enough, if he wanted to. The selfish sonofabitch!

She put a record on the stereo and stretched out on the sofa. She moved her hands over her body, her tits heaving and bouncing with fury and lust.

Moving her fingers into her cunt mound, she began fondling her hairy outer cuntlips. Deliberately avoiding her clit, she played with her wet slimy thinner lips and thought about her life.

She still loved Herb. That was the problem. At least part of it. If she didn't love him it would be easy enough to solve her problem by cheating, but she was crazy about the guy and she knew he loved her.

They were too young to be living like this. She knew he worked hard, and that he was doing it for both of them, but she'd rather have less money and more loving.