Was she going to have to beg for fucking the rest of her life? Didn't she turn him on anymore? It happened sometimes. People got married and then changed. Maybe Frank had changed, and didn't find her type appealing anymore. Maybe he didn't even love her anymore. Well, if he didn't, let him be the one to tell her.

She worked on his stiff cockshaft with her fingers. She was careful not to bring him off. God, not before he stuffed that stiff prick inside her pussy! As it was she felt that she war the one doing all the work. He just stood there like a prince or something, allowing her to get him hard.

She glanced up at him. His eyes were glittering as he stared down at her sucking mouth. He didn't look like he was in any pain. He looked like he was enjoying it just fine.

She lapped her way up his cockshaft now, opening her lips wide and engulfing his big knob. She bobbed her head up and down, the ring of her full wet lips sliding smoothly up and down on his satiny saliva-coated prick.

She pulled her head back until she had only his mushroomy knob in her mouth, and she used her fingers to pump his cockshaft. He began pumping his hips, driving his cock deeper into her mouth.

"Christ!" he grunted.

She let his cock slide out of her mouth and she stood up. She kissed him on the mouth and nibbled at his ear.

"Let's get undressed, honey," she purred. "Let's get into bed and fuck!"

She kept pumping his prick. She was afraid he might lose his hard-on. She pressed up against him, whispering in his ear.

"I'm so hot, baby!" she murmured. "I'm so hot! I want your prick in me so badly!"