If this had been the first time such a thing had happened, she would gladly had pretended to be pleased with their fuck-session.

But it was not the first time. Far from it.

And Tom wondered why she was horny all the time!

Already, sated with his orgasm, Tom was turning his back to her, ready to fall asleep.

Something inside Heather snapped.

"Well, I'm gad somebody around here is going to get some sleep tonight!"

Tom tried to ignore her harsh tone. "Just relax, honey. Think about something nice. You'll fall asleep in no time. Honest!"

Something inside Tom recognized what he had done to his wife brought her up to a peak of arousal and left her hanging. But he tried to ignore it. He had to ignore it, for his own self-respect, his own peace of mind.

"Good night, honey," he murmured as he snuggled comfortably against his pillow.

"Tom!" She couldn't let him just ignore her like this. She was mad!

Suddenly she had more response from her husband than she had reckoned on. He sat up abruptly and turned to face her.

"Listen, Heather! Get off my Goddamned back, will you? Can I help it if I'm mated to a nympho? Jesus Christ! What's a guy supposed to do?"

After he had spoken his piece, he resumed his sleeping position. But he was wide awake now. And miserable.

"Nympho!?" she screamed. "Who's a nympho? I'm just a normal woman with a normal sex drive. And you're not satisfying it!"

There was silence in the room.

Heather was shocked by the brutal reality of her own words. It seemed an awful thing to do to take a swipe at her husband's manhood like that.

But what about her? She had needs, too!

But still, she was a little ashamed of herself. And like many people who are ashamed of themselves, she tried to cover up by defending her position more energetically than ever.