"Do it to meee, Frank! Screw meeeeee!" She shivered as she realized how totally she was under the influence of the man's sexual power. He was the same man who ignored her and abused her and criticized her by turns. Yet when it came to his cock in her cunt, she forgot all her grievances against him and restored her soul with the filling massage of his thick cock. She bent over shamelessly before him and begged for more of his hard cock in her needing pussy!

Frank grunted. His wife moaned. The aroma of sex replaced that of toast in the kitchen. The air was tense with the effort that both Frank and Martha were putting out. Each was striving for their own orgasm. Each was absorbed in the restorative power of cock-cunt massage. Time seemed to stand still as they hovered on the brink of crisis.

Martha broke the tension with the wailing cry that proclaimed her great orgasm. "Ooooooohhh… jeeez-z-z! Oooooohhh I'm-m… cummmmm-ing-g-g-g!"

Frank's tense expression relaxed into a grin as he felt himself yielding to the hot tug of his wife's spasming pussy. He relished the lusty sensation of spilling his load deep into her cunt. He held himself flat against her ass until he was sure she had gotten every drop he had to offer. Then he backed away. His limp cock slipped from her cunt with a little popping sound. "Oo-ee, your pussy sure felt good, baby! Now make me some more toast while I go upstairs to wash up."

So quickly it all vanished. For a little while, Martha had felt special. She was an erotic, abandoned, fulfilled woman. Now, suddenly, she was reduced again to the status of Frank Roy's slave.

Her cunt was still throbbing with pleasure. But it would have felt so much sweeter if he had stayed for a while to hold her and kiss her and tell her how wonderful she was. Just once, it would have been so nice. This time, she had less trouble fighting back the tears that wanted to fall. She had some small consolation to see her through the day. She had a well-screwed pussy to show for her status as Frank Roy's wife!