"Look… why don't you let me work you up to it… really get you ready for it… so you'll enjoy it more…" he coaxed.

"You've never made me enjoy it… yet!" She was caustic and hurt and smarting from his callousness.

"Damn it… honey… you've never let me do the right things!" He pointed out. "You hardly ever let me use my hand on your clitoris… and if you'd just once let me use my mouth on your cunt… you'd find out what you've been missing!"

"I'll never let you do that filthy thing… with your mouth… either!" she flared. "And… you know I don't like you to use those dirty words!"

"Damn it, baby… it doesn't have to be this way… an argument and a big hassle… every time I want to fuck you!"

"I told you I don't like those words!" Her voice was cold, deadly.

"There's not much chance I'll stop, now!" he gritted. One more jerk and the nightgown came off in ruined shreds.

"Why can't you wait until tomorrow night? I've been to the doctor. I don't feel well."

"Tomorrow… and tomorrow, again! Christ! I want it, tonight! I've got a big, aching cock… and I've got to use it… on you… because you're my wife! That's reason enough!"

"Go douse some cold water on it!" she told him.

"Yeah… I could do that… but I'm not! You God damned bitch, I could jerk off, too… but I won't do that… either!" he roared. "But there's one thing I've been tempted to do… and I may do that, yet!"

"Wh-What's that?"

"Find another woman… that knows how to fuck!"

"You… w-wouldn't…?"

"I sure as hell will… if this keeps up much longer!" It was a flat statement. He meant every word of it. "I've had twenty hellish years of hassle and I'm God damned tired of it!"

The startled wife turned toward him, panic beating hard in her. "You mean sex is so… important to you… you'd be unfaithful t-to me…?"