She heard him dressing. He kissed her on the cheek and left the room. When she heard the front door close, she moaned and slumped down.

After dinner with Jim that evening, Gloria fixed herself a stiff drink and thought how strange it was to go through the routine of another dull evening with her husband after she had cheated on him that very same day.

The hurried rear-entry fuck at noon had left her quivering for hours. She was still not over it.

Seated beside Jim on the sofa now. She began experiencing the first pangs of guilt and remorse. Jim, after all, was her husband. Their marriage was dull, but they had known each other since childhood and she couldn't imagine living without him. Oh, God, what a mess! She thought.

She still felt the aftermath of Charlie's fucking, and this made it easy for her to think of relieving her guilt. She decided to get Jim interested in getting to bed early. They hadn't fucked in more than a week, and it would be hard for him to refuse.

Leaving, him, she peeled off her clothes in the bedroom and put on a filmy negligee she sometimes wore when she wanted to deliberately entice him. There was never any guarantee that it would work, but Jim usually got the message that she wanted some attention.

When she returned to the living room with her body scarcely concealed by the transparent negligee, Jim looked at her and smiled.

"Guess you're looking for a fuck," he said. "It's time to get to bed anyway. I'll be in right after the news."

Well, it's hardly an erotic romance, Gloria thought as she returned to the bedroom, but it was better than nothing.

Twenty minutes later Jim was on top of her, slowly pumping away in the midst of one of those dull missionary fucks that had never given Gloria an orgasm. At least he lasts, she thought. He was always careful about coming too soon.