Foreword
"Honey, why don't you clean up after the kids?"
The words rang in Dora's ears now as she smiled down at her husband.
"I'm sorry. I'm tired tonight. I have a headache. I was cleaning up after the kids all day," she added sarcastically.
She turned away from him in bed and her breasts knocked together under her flimsy green nightie. She was wearing the matching green panties with the black lace edge.
"Dora! You've been saying you're tired now for three weeks. What gives?" Frank clenched his teeth and looked with disgust on his wife. His cock was bulging with desire. He had been aching to relieve himself with cunt love, but he had respected his wife's wishes for the last three weeks. She had told him she had an infection and the doctor said to refrain from sexual intercourse for a while, but how long was this going to go on.
"I bet you don't even really have an infection at all," he snarled at her. "You're just trying to torture me for some reason. You probably think it's cute or something."
Dora laughed from her side of the bed.
Frank put out his hand and grabbed her by the throat. "Don't laugh at me," he said. He rammed his hot hard spear into her side to let her know what she was doing to him.
She only laughed again and tried to writhe out of his grip.
"Open your legs, you fucking cunt! I don't care what the doctor says!"
"Frank, you pig! What are you going to do rape me?" she laughed again and this time her laugh was like a challenge.