Her up-drawn thighs opened and closed tightly around the tormenting face that was sucking and licking gluttonously at her eagerly responding cunt. She kicked her heels hard against his back, spurring him on to suck her harder, harder, until a loud rushing sound rose to fill her ears, a great resounding and echoing torrent of sound. The tensed cords of her long graceful neck stood out under her golden skin as she pulled with all her strength against the tangled dark hair of her husband's head.

"Oh, darling, I'm almost ready to cum! Don't stop licking me, please!" she pleaded. At that moment, just as the hot sweet flow of emotion and sensual abandonment was nearing its crest, she saw a self-satisfied, smirking grin light his face, the very same expression that he often wore after closing a particularly profitable deal for one of his prize German Shepherd pups.

"Cum, baby, cum a million dollars worth," he urged with a gloating smile.

Suddenly her excitedly writhing body switched off automatically as though someone had pushed a button in the center of her aroused senses. She was instantaneously swamped with a feeling of loathing at the idea that her handsome young husband, kneeling with his face buried between her wide-split legs, could actually have said something so horribly insensitive, like comparing her own blissful orgasm, so near now, to the filthy thought of dollars that seemed to preside over their life together. Was nothing sacred in their marriage, she wondered bitterly, afraid that she already knew the answer. She was beginning to suspect that Bill, her own husband, was more attached to his stupid account books than to his wife.

"Oh, Bill, stop it, stop it right now!" she sobbed, fighting to loosen his fierce grip on her still brassiere-clad breasts and squirm away from him. "How can you be so revolting? How can you be mean enough to say something like that? Don't you love me at all…? Or do you want to get paid for that too?"