"That sounds like a good idea," he said, and settled back to enjoy the hardening process.

Jennifer slurped and sucked on his cock and it began to straighten back from a bow to a rod. When she was satisfied that he had reached a suitable degree of hardness, she pulled her lips from his cock-head and quickly started to straddle him. Cunt juice was running from the inside of her thighs and her twat was gaping open, the slit awash with cream.

The alarm clock jangled.

"Oh, no!" Jennifer wailed and, reaching across to the bedside table, she picked up the offending timepiece and slung it at the wall.

"Darling… I'll have to go," said Fred.

"Oh, please…" Jennifer cried.

"Jesus, I'm sorry, honey… I've got to run."

Jennifer made a valiant attempt to sheath his big dick in her slot, hiking her belly up and dropping over him as if her juicy snatch were a butterfly net, but he squirmed away and jumped up from the bed. He dashed to the bathroom.

Jennifer stared after his fleeing ass with an expression of annoyance and frustration.

She heard the shower running.

She waited, hoping that he would change his mind – that he would neglect his damn job long enough to throw at least one good fuck into her horny twat.

But when he emerged from the bathroom, the cold shower had done its job.

His cock had gone soft and flaccid and hung uselessly down along his thigh.

He flashed her a sheepish grin of apology as he began to dress, but Jennifer wanted no apology.

Jennifer wanted pecker.

She threw herself down on the bed, seething with frustration.

CHAPTER TWO

Fred and Jennifer Foley lived in Blackheath, a fashionable suburb on the outskirts of the city. It had been Jennifer's idea to move there when he had started to make enough money as a young executive, but she had soon regretted her decision, when she realized that commuting time between home and the office was going to cut drastically into their fucking time. Fred worked hard and was getting ahead in the business world but Jennifer much preferred getting head to getting ahead and now she found herself frustrated all the time.