"There," she told herself as her fingers once more seized her nips and wrenched them almost viciously, but lovingly. It was the dichotomy that she liked most, the way it could feel so good one moment and hurt so much the next, and then feel good all over again. God, it was what she needed, what she really needed!

They'd been here for three pears, Tom a lowly instructor at the college, teaching grammar and lit surveys and, once in a while, his specialty, 19th Century poetry. Most of the three years had been good, even better than good. He wasn't making a fortune at the college, but he made enough to keep them comfortable, and if he got tenure at the end of the term, they were going to buy a house. They had a few friends, other faculty members and their husbands and wives, but they didn't socialize much and Joanne hadn't really minded. It had been really good and, even after ten years of marriage, they had still been discovering new, delightful things about one another, things that made each day a bright, happy adventure.

Until it all changed.

She supposed it had something to do with the pressures of his job. The 1960's had produced a glut of liberal arts graduates, overeducated people who found that the market for jobs narrowed almost daily. He'd been lucky to find this job, teaching college English, and if he lost it, it might be a long time before he found another. He spoke sometimes of classmates from grad schools, Ph.D.s who were digging ditches and running jack hammers. Maybe tenure was an important thing preying on his mind. But did he have to make her suffer?

It had been months since the last sweet time they'd enjoyed a good fuck. Her pussy ached with the memory of his cock, rampant, fierce, thrusting hard, hard, hard! His juices exploding deep inside her, her own pussy milk flowing to mingle with his cum and bathe her twat in a flood of sweet ecstasy. Her toes twitching and curling as the fires of orgasm sped through her entire body, exploding from head to toe, transforming her into a living fuck-circuit.