She rolled over onto her side. "Come on. Big John. Let's fuck some more. This time we'll turn the lights on and I'll get on top."

"That does it," he announced, almost grandly. "I'll sleep in the other bedroom tonight."

"Don't be stupid, John. Get back in bed."

He paused at the doorway. "No. I don't know what's gotten into you lately, Sue. A lady doesn't use the kind of language you seem to favor these days. I really don't want to be around you when you get like this."

She watched his shadowy form disappear. If he didn't make her so angry, she would have cried.

What has gotten into me? She had asked herself the same question many times lately, and she knew the answer. Nothing. That was the root of her problem, she was certain. Nothing had gotten into her lately.

She stretched out on the soft bed and cupped her tits with her hands, unable to remember the last time John had felt the fleshy mounds or sucked her hard nipples with his warm mouth.

Her hands traveled across her flat stomach until her fingers touched the bushy hair that covered her cunt in a soft, tangled mat.

She let a finger brush lightly up and down her outer cunt lips, running it over her long pussy slit, still damp with her juices and Johnny's cum. Her pussy hurt, it throbbed with the desire to be allowed some kind of release from the tensions that hammered at her clit. She scooped some of the jism and juice from her pussy and licked it off her fingers. Oh God, she thought, it tastes, so good!

It had been years since she had tasted a delicious cock in her mouth. John would never dream of doing such a thing. Sex was to be done in the bedroom in the dark, with her lying passively on the bed while he shoved his prick in and out of her pussy a few times. And after he blew his load, it was time for a cigarette and then, a good night's sleep.

Susan knew, regretfully, that she didn't have good night's sleep any more. How could any one sleep when her cunt hurt so badly?