My GOD, this was a long day. My beautiful wife had been in a mood for a couple of weeks and, of course, there had been no lovemaking. When we were first married six years ago we made love several times a week and had sex in between. Even long drives were made shorter by blow jobs and fingering. We made a few truckers' days, too, when Cindi gave them a show of her wet pussy and her fingers glistening with her juices. Even a lady trucker blew her horn and gave us the "rock on" gesture as her grin split her face.

Of course, over the years the frequency of plain rutting sex lessened, but the slow, sensual lovemaking where we showed each other just how important we were to the other continued to happen every two or three days, until it stopped about two weeks ago. She had headaches, or a hard day at work, or her tummy didn't feel good, or any other excuse. Honestly, I was starting to worry that maybe she was seeing someone else.

What was the most confusing and stressful was that she continued her flirting with me as she always had. She'd made a game of flashing various parts, a gap in her robe to show her pink, hard nipple, bending at the waist wearing a towel after the shower so I caught a glimpse of her pussy, sitting on the arm of the couch in her miniskirt so I could just see pussy peeking out under the hem, rubbing against me, and, my favorite, sticking a finger into herself, then giving me a whiff and a taste. Those were always preludes to intimacy, but not anymore.

This morning I awoke to the feel of the back of her throat against the head of my dick and her lips tight around its base. I almost came right then, but I managed to control myself as she stroked her mouth up and down, flicking her tongue all the way. When the first drop of precum oozed out, she pulled her mouth off, licked her lips, and said "Thatâs just a beginning for tonight." Then she jumped off the bed and headed to her bathroom to get ready for work. I was half-hard most of the day and was thankful that things were slow and I could spend the day at my desk. It was also good that things were slow because I certainly couldn't concentrate on my job.

Five o'clock came and I was out of there like a bullet. Cindi got home about 20 minutes after me and I met her at the door. Soon as her purse and keys hit the entryway table I took her into my arms and kissed her deeply. She returned my kiss and stroked my back, pressing herself into my hardening cock. Then, grabbing my ass and pulling me tighter against her, she broke the kiss and said, "Patience, tiger", and headed to the bedroom to change. I tried approaching her in there, but was told to wait until after supper. Damn! My head was almost spinning with lust. I no longer wanted a lovemaking session, just one of our old fashioned rutting fucks.

We fixed supper together, although I was surprised I didn't chop myself up along with the carrots. I could hardly focus on anything besides her in her halter top with her nipples poking out begging for sucking, and her gym shorts that would so easily pull aside for some pussy eating and fucking. I could tell by the outline of her bare pussy lips behind the cloth that she had nothing on under them. Just before we sat down to eat, her slickly wet finger came from behind and slipped between my lips as she said, "Here's an appetizer." I sucked her juice from her finger as my dick stiffened a bit more.

As we ate and talked of our days, I tried to slide my foot up her legs to her crotch, but she just laughed and pushed it away over and over. After loading the dishwasher, I figured it was time, but she wanted to see "Dancing With the Stars." No luck on the couch, either. I watched the females in their revealing costumes, wondering if any of them were such teases as my wife had become. Once, I noticed out of the corner of my eye that she flicked her nipple a few times while watching one particular couple and wondered if it was the man or woman that interested her.

Finally, we were off to bed. We went to our individual bathrooms to get ready. Of course, I was finished first and was in bed, naked, waiting when she came out. She smiled at me, walked around the bed to her side, got in and lay down with her back to me. I slid over behind her, slipped into the spoon with my hard cock pressing into the crack of her ass, and began kissing her neck while stroking her hip. "Oh, honey, I'm really done in. Can we do this another night?"

"HOLY FUCKING MOTHER OF GOD!!!" I wanted to scream. "Sure" I said and went back to my side. As I lay there, dick rock hard, balls aching and screaming for release, I became quite angry at my wife. I tried to calm down, tried to think rationally, but hormones were in control now. "Fucking teasing bitch! Does she think weâre teenagers again? I donât fucking deserve this shit." Those and other thoughts raced through my mind as my body almost trembled in unfulfilled lust. I cracked.

Sitting up in bed and throwing the covers off both of us, I said in a demanding voice, "You are my wife and you made a promise this morning. You are going to keep it and when Iâm done with you, you will know a whole new meaning of tired!" She turned her head with a look of surprise when I grabbed her shoulder and hip, rolling her flat on her back. "What are you doing?" she asked as I grabbed her nightgown. She grasped my wrists to stop me, but I tore her nightgown open to her belly button, revealing her amazing breasts in the moonlight. Reaching down, I continued rending her nightgown until it was in two and her entire body was revealed.

"You son of a bitch! Whatâs wrong with you?" she cried. "I want you." was all I could reply. The sight of her writhing there, trying to hold my arms, breasts wobbling and heaving, nipples rock hard, bare pussy except for a small patch of hair just above her slit sent me into even higher lust. I grabbed her knees and spread them wide, her pussy lips opened and her erect clit popped into view. A whiff of her scent hit my nose and any last vestiges of control were lost. I buried my face into her crotch and began licking and sucking on her clit. "Damn you!" she screamed and began hitting the top of my head with her fists. Reaching around her legs I managed to grab her wrists and force her hands to her sides. In response she began beating on my back with her heels, but that did nothing but egg me on. She tried to squirm away, but I held her to my face with her arms. My mouth and chin were becoming soaked in my saliva, and also in her liquids as her pussy responded to my tongue.

"You fucking bastard! God damn you, mother fucker! Bastard son of a whore!" She cursed me like a drunken sailor, but that just fanned the flames burning inside me. I looked up over her belly and between her heaving breasts into a face of rage. I didn't care. She was wet enough. Time to collect the promise. I let go of her wrists and slid up over her. My cock found her entrance and I sank it to the hilt in one quick drive. "Aaaaaaah!" she screamed as her head tilted back and her legs came up. She looked me in the eyes and started beating me on the chest "Bastard. Bastard. Bastard" she cried over and over. Grabbing one arm and then the other, I pinned her to the bed and began fucking her; not slow and steady, but I hammered into her hard and fast causing her breasts to flop and bounce wildly. That turned me on even more, seeing that and wondering if they hurt, hurt like my balls were hurting. I wanted to return some of that to her. Her scent was filling the room along with her curses and the liquid squishing sounds of a rock hard cock pile driving into a soaked, tight pussy. I felt her wetness on my balls and imagined a growing puddle beneath her ass.

"Fucking mother fucker. Fucking mother fucker. Fucking mo⦠Fuck Fuck Fuck" she cried, then suddenly her legs quit beating my ass with her heels and locked around me. Her face contorted into something other than rage and she let go with a cry "Fuuuuck meeeeeeee, oh God fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck meeeeeeeeeeeee!" I felt her pussy cumming on my cock, felt the liquid flow out of her, the contractions milking me for my own cum. Uh, uh. Not there. Not after what she'd put me through.

I pulled out and as I came to my knees I grabbed the hair on the back of her head and lifted her to me. Her mouth was open and I shoved my pussy juice soaked cock into it. "Suck, damn it. Suck my cum out!" I felt her lips close around just as my contractions started. Spurt after spurt shot out of me into her mouth as I pumped in and out, fucking her face. "Swallow it!" I ordered. Hell, after all she put me through, she should drink a gallon of cum. After what seemed like an hour, I was spent. Common sense drifted back and I realized I had just raped my wife. Oh, shit.

With final suction and her tongue pressing the underside of my cock to milk the last drop out, she slid her mouth off and looked up at me as her tongue picked up a strand left on her bottom lip. Working her mouth around, she made sure she swallowed it all as she looked up into my eyes. Then she smiled mischievously and said, "Damn that was good. I should cut you off more often."