"You just had your first orgasm, silly," he chuckled.

"Really?" Angela responded. A pleased little smile came over her face and she lay down with a sigh next to her lover.

"Hey, wait a minute," Jack said in mock sternness. "You may have had your orgasm, but I haven't had mine." He pointed to his swollen penis and ordered, "Now, get back up on there and don't stop until you milk it dry."

Angela blushed at his lewd words and at the sight of his huge member so nakedly awaiting her, but did as he asked, being rewarded with her own second orgasm just as Jack began pumping his hot semen up into her ever more receptive womb. In those days Jack had been a strong and untiring lover, bringing Angela to orgasm time after time. But for some reason it all changed after their marriage. For reasons that neither of the young couple could put their finger on, Jack became more hasty, not exactly thoughtless, but genuinely unable to hold back his orgasm until his new wife had hers. In the nearly twelve months since they had been married, Angela had had just two or three climaxes, just enough to tease her, remind her what she was missing, but not enough to still the raging need that grew day after day up inside her cum-starved depths.

All these thoughts and more passed through the young wife's mind as she lay in hopeless despair in her bed, the slow tears still trickling down her cheeks. She didn't know how much longer she could fight the powerful desires that coursed through her sensual young body, and, at the same time, she hated herself for being the victim of these desires. "Temptations of the flesh," her parents had said, and she succumbed to them like the most wanton scarlet woman. If only she could be satisfied with her lot, Angela thought in despair. She loved her husband, and they got along in all ways but this one, the one she couldn't seem to do without. Lately, faint thoughts of leaving Jack and at least escaping the terrible torture of sleeping next to his powerful body unfulfilled, had come to her. In despair, she put the thought from her mind, but it came back on its own, seaming her that something would have to be done soon, or she would lose her mind.