Lately he'd been like a fucking rabbit in bed. Jane couldn't resist a slight twinge of anger when she thought about it. Last night he'd just whipped off right in the middle of her passionate climb, leaving her hanging in rapturous agony with her own climax mere seconds away. And then he'd dropped right off to sleep… She'd lain there beside him, her heart pumping anger intensified by feminine lust into her bloodstream. She hadn't touched herself and finished herself off but had tossed sleeplessly throughout the night in her excited unfulfilled arousal.

This morning had been another washout. After the previous night's big letdown, she'd popped her eyes open after two hours sleep with the same sensual coals still smoldering inside her. Instead of falling off during the night, her unsatiated need to have his long hard cock give her a climax seemed to have been stimulated by her restless tossing and turning. She'd awoken in the worst erotic needful desperation she'd been in since her pre-marriage days, when she'd been satisfied with her own hand stroking up between her thighs.

She should have known better than to entice him into a little morning's fuck when he was already half-dressed and on his way to work. But she'd persuaded Matt to take off his pants. Again the scene ran like a speeded-up motion picture. Like an Olympic athlete racing after a gold medal victory, he'd raced his lengthy swollen hardness in and out of her heated cuntal depths, quickly seeing to his own needs, then hopped off the bed while she lay there panting.

This repeated dud-fuck 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 out of it, had kept her from screaming at him how selfish he was.

"Sorry, honey, but I really got to move it," he'd weakly apologized as he moved toward the bathroom, wiping off his deflating prick with some toilet tissue. Then, from the bathroom, he'd called out to promise, "I'll make it up to you tonight,