"Aaaaarrrrrhhhhh! Oh Jesus!" he cried out. The white hot liquid was starting to spurt and Bob felt the flying sparks of lust seething through his tensed body. He was straddling his wife's hips as she turned on her side and it was too late to do anything but slip her over on her back as thick, whitely heated streams of semen began to arc out from his suddenly jerking cock. They spurted in large, pearl covered droplets upon Janet's naked, trembling breasts and belly as the continuing madness of the exploding orgasm continued to rack Bob's body. Thrill after thrill racked him, tormenting and controlling him with acute sensation. His body twitched, out of control, totally immersed in the wild climax.

"Ooooohhhhh! Goooood!" The last heated drops dribbled down onto his shocked wife's smooth naked flesh and Bob could see her face a contorted mask of anger and disgust.

"Honey I'm," he started to say.

"Get out of here you fucking bastard," she screamed, pounding the couch now with her clenched fists. "Get out of here!"

Bob Howard knew when it was time to leave and this was an obvious case. Maybe she would have gotten over it by the time he came back from the office later on. Certainly she was in no mood now to discuss anything. Damn her anyway, why didn't she give herself to me. Why is it so hard for her to surrender to me, he wondered as he pulled on his clothes.

"See you later, babe," he called out as peacefully as he could as he left the house but there was no response. "Boy, she's hopping mad with me," thought Bob Howard, "I'd better bring her some flowers home or something. Something to make it up to her… if I don't she'll never give it to me again!"