His maddening pattern of inability to satisfy her, in fact, had grown even worse before her increasing, passionate springtime need, until the typing of his reports had, like an aphrodisiac brought her to this very morning!

"How about some ketchup for the eggs, Ann. You know I like to have ketchup with my eggs…" he muffled behind his napkin that dabbed at his mustache.

A grating twinge immediately gnawed at the young wife's belly at her husband's demand. Okay, lover man, she mocked under her breath. He'd been that the night before, all right. As usual, he'd driven her almost to the peak of the mountain, then left her there to get over the top by herself, or slide back down, whichever she preferred. He'd been too tired to know how she'd managed it, but she had and by stealing a few minutes in the bathroom while he's snored like a disgusting, satiated ox in the bed, she'd brought herself to fulfillment with her fingers. It was then she'd decided something had to be done… and it was that something that had brought a smile to her lips this morning.

"Ann?" she heard him, this time turning to her just in time to retrieve the bottle of ketchup offered him.

"Here it is, Carl," she returned, carefully keeping the irritation from her tone, and it wasn't too difficult. With the morning sunshine, she realized that she had again slept away the frustrated hurt and anger. That, along with the sensuous intentions she'd set her pruriently fevered mind to in luring her husband's assistant into an affair, left her no room for resentment.

Still, Ann couldn't help but remember with a series of tingling sensations just how close Carl had come to satisfying her last night. She'd made him her special dinner – beef stroganoff with noodles and spinach salad which they ate to candlelight and soft music. The mood was set, but Carl's wasn't, his only concern being the stack of tapes on his desk in the study that needed sequential numbering. She'd ignored his mutterings, as she skipped around in her see-through nightie to fill his wine glass before curling up beside him on the sofa and letting him lustfully run his big hands over her nearly naked, erogenous curves – he should have ended up a sex crazed maniac after all that foreplay!