And then to endure a similar sexual episode with him in the morning had been almost unbearable! Only the utmost effort on her part had kept her from bursting out into tears of frustration. Like a jet propelled athlete trying to set some sort of speed record, he'd raced his lengthy, lust-swollen young cock in and out of the overheated liquid sanctuary between her hotly steaming young legs, quickly settling his own needs, then hopping from the bed while she lay there still squirming and panting in unfulfilled desire.

"Gosh, baby, I'm sorry – but I really got to hustle to work!" he apologized, wiping off his deflating cock with a soiled T-shirt as he hurried to the bathroom. Then at the doorway he'd turned and promised: "Look, baby, I'm going to make it up to you tonight – after your folks have gone to sleep! Okay?"

"Oh – whatever you say, darling…" she replied weakly, rubbing her thighs together and hoping that he wouldn't see how wildly, dreadfully turned on she was. She feebly managed a smile for him before he turned and stepped into his bath. Then the bathroom door had swung mercifully shut on her tears.

In reality she had no such hopes that he would satisfy her that night. That was an old promise of his that he usually forgot; she had no confidence in it whatever. Ever since her honeymoon night it had been like this, just a fast in-and-out for him, and smoldering resentment and frustration for her until her frustrated young pussy had a chance to cool back to normal, whatever that was.

But she wasn't sure how long she was going to be able to stand it. She knew that her nerves were in a bad way, and she smoked more than ever and had taken to nipping short drinks of whiskey straight during the day. She needed a vacation somehow, from the terrible tension in her aching young loins.