Her breath started coming faster and she found herself whining softly each time he withdrew. His breath came in gasps and he snorted, hot against her face. She clutched his shoulders tighter and sought his lips with hers. His rhythm slowed slightly and his strokes became harder. He pulled his head up and clenched his teeth and drove deep into her. Then he stopped, his hips writhing slightly.

His jism spurted hot in her cunt. Each spurt was less than the one before.

The tingling in her cunt stopped. His cock slowly softened and slid back. It slipped out and she felt her cunt muscles close. He kissed her lightly and pushed up and rolled off on his side.

Linda fought back tears as she took the towel he handed her after wiping the cum off his big drooping cock. It was always the same. He lasted just long enough to get her hot, then he shot off in her and climbed off and left her horny. She tried to recall how long it been happening this way. Last month they'd been married two years, and it had always been the same.

She tried to compose herself while Joe was in the shower. Lying in bed, she stifled her impulse to cry. She would try to be nice to him and be a good wife, even if she was mad as hell.

Joe came in, wearing shorts and tee shirt, and picked out shirt and slacks. He dressed and was putting on his tie when Linda couldn't remain quiet any longer.

She sat up in bed. "Honey, I didn't enjoy that very much."

He looked puzzled. "Enjoy what?"

"When you fucked me."

"Why? What's wrong?"

"Well, you came before I could."

His expression started turning belligerent. "There isn't much I can do about that, is there?"

"Oh, honey, I'm not blaming you," she said, "but I wish you'd let me get you hard again so you could make me come."

"How? How could you do that?"