It was little wonder to the twenty-two year old, curvaceous blonde wife that she'd awakened in no less an erotic tizzy than the sizzling state which sleep had temporarily banked through the night. But to endure a repeat fiasco within eight hours had been almost more than she could bear! Only the fact that she knew he would be late for work if she made an issue of it, had kept her from breaking right out in flustrated tears! Like a propelled young athlete trying for some sort of an olympic record, he'd raced his lengthy, swollen hardness in and out of the heated, liquid sanctuary between her legs, quickly seeing to his own needs, then hopped from the bed while she lay there panting!
"Sorry, hon… but I really got to make time, now!" he'd weakly apologized, wiping off his deflating penis with his soiled shorts as he moved toward the bathroom. Then, at the doorway, he'd turned and promised: "Look, I'll make it up to you tonight, Karen… for sure. We'll go out for cocktails and dinner, just the two of us… and after, we'll come home and have a real party. Okay…?"
"O-Okay… all right, darling," she'd feebly answered, somehow managing a smile for him before he'd darted into the bath, closing the door behind him.
Well, at least he had understood the whats and whys of her frustration, she'd thought as she lie there, fighting the tremendous urge to finish the task with her finger before he popped out like a jack-in-the-box from the shower.