"Della," he called out as he returned to the bedroom with his stiff cock thrusting up from his naked loins. "Look what I have for you."

Opening her eyes, Della was shocked at the sight of the gnarly shaft he was lewdly grasping in his hands. Right now, the last fucking thing she needed was her husband's hard cock. She was completely fucked out and was in no condition to take another dick into her weary pussy.

"Oh, honey," she sighed, not wanting to hurt him. "I'm so pooped tonight."

"Don't worry," he slurred, pulling back the covers. "This nice big cock is just the tonic you need."

"Please, George," she whispered, suddenly wishing she didn't always sleep in the nude. "I just couldn't."

"Sure you can, baby," he laughed, throwing his massive body down over hers. "My fuckin' cock won't take no for an answer tonight."

With his enormous body pressed down on hers, Della could hardly breathe. The feel of his big hot cock digging into the soft flesh of her bare tummy was filling her with disgust. The last thing she wanted was to be mauled by this huge drunken bear.

"Goddamn it, George!" she shouted. "Leave me alone."

"Ah, shit," he laughed, prying her naked thighs apart so he could force his dick into the hot moistness of her cunt. "You're gonna love it!"

"NO!" she shrieked. "Keep your fuckin' hands away from me!"

"Stop that bullshit," he panted, trying to force the head of his swollen prick between her cuntlips. "You're gonna love it!"

"You rotten bastard!" Della cried, slapping him across the face with all her strength. "I told you to leave me alone!"

He just stared at her in stunned silence. In their seventeen years of marriage, neither of them had ever struck the other.

"Della," he gasped.

"I'm sorry," the woman sobbed, "but I think you'd better sleep in the guest room tonight."