He shifted, uncomfortably, in his seat, but decided to tell her, anyway, "Well… nothing except for a hand-job, now and then… when I couldn't stand it… any longer!"

"It's inhuman… almost like being a monk… or something!" she expostulated.

"Yeah… that's right," Arnie agreed.

"What about in between fights… are you married…?"

He wished, fervently, that she hadn't brought up that subject. There was already too much guilt crowding into him, and he didn't need any extra reminders. Hell! If Joan had only come on out here… like she should have… I wouldn't have to be out looking for a strange piece of ass! He had known that's what he would do… even before Carla had issued her sexy invitation to the party, tonight. Sure! It was wrong…! But, what the hell…! Even if Joan didn't want to watch the fight… she could've been here… waiting to take me to bed… like a good, little wife should!

"Yeah… I'm married… but let's drop that subject!" he growled.

"Okay… Arnie…" she agreed, starting to stuff his warmly jerking cock back into his pants.

"You don't have to drop that!" he grunted, startled.

"There's my apartment house. You can wait… for a couple of minutes… until we get inside, can't you?"

"I suppose I'll have to!" he grinned.

Arnie parked the car, and they went up to her apartment. Once they were inside, Carla led him directly to her bedroom, turned on a small bedside lamp and turned, quickly, to rush into his arms.

He enfolded her lithe figure in his brawny arms, and she came in tight against him, whispering, "Kiss me… Arnie! Kiss me!"

Her face was lifted up to him, and he kissed her hard, thrusting his tongue, demandingly, into her warm, moistly opened mouth as his hands smoothed down her back to the rounded, full moons of her buttocks, sheathed tightly by her scanty hot pants.