He bumped into the bedroom door and he could already feel the stiff hard bulge of his penis, rigid as an iron rod, pulsing hotly against the cotton fabric of the pajamas he was still wearing. Well, by heavens, he was going to sleep in the nude tonight! He pulled off his bottoms and let them fall to the floor. His desire-hardened cock sprang forth, suddenly free, jutting out before him. He stood for a minute, staring first at his throbbing rod of flesh then at the quiet form of his wife, lying still under the blankets. Her eyes were closed as if she were asleep and he wondered if she really was.

"Julie?" he muttered.

She lay still, eyes closed as tightly as ever. Why did she have to play dead, tonight of all nights? She'd done it often enough before, he knew, but he wasn't in the mood for it now. In an uncustomary aggressive action, he ripped the blankets back off her outstretched body, then seized the nightgown she wore, jerking it up to her shoulders.

Her eyes fluttered open, the bewildered look in them changing quickly to one of fear. "Brad!" she cried. "What are you doing? What do you want?"

"What do you think I want?" he shot back. And when she covered her mouth to stifle a scream, he snapped, "I want to fuck you, that's what I want!"

An expression of disgust filtered across her face and she pursed her lips and turned her head away. "Really, Bradley," she reprimanded primly. "It's not like you to be so vulgar."

"That's how I feel."

"Bradley, you're drunk," Julie said. She slid across the bed right to the other side. "I think you should sleep on the day bed."

"I'm going to sleep with my wife and I'm going to fuck her senseless."

She gave another little cry of alarm as he lunged forward; seizing the nightgown again. Suddenly, he flung himself on the bed, hunching over her, while she cowered against the mattress, trying to burrow into it as if she could hide herself there. But his hands were all over her, running harshly, brutally almost, up and down her fearfully quivering body, squeezing her soft, sensitive flesh, kneading it until little white ridges of it stood out between his straining knuckles.