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Janet Howard cringed as she heard her husband’s car slam … Damn, she thought to herself, he’s home for lunch again.
Bob and Janet Howard had been married for only a brief seven months, yet already their relationship was beginning to show signs of wear. For one thing, Bob seemed to have a much larger sexual appetite than Janet and it was causing an ever widening gap in their already disintegrating marriage. Not that anything had really ever been said, it was just becoming more and more obvious to Janet that something had to be done to break the pattern.
For the past two weeks Bob had been popping home for lunch and as he put it, a quickie. Janet wasn’t that much into fucking in bed at night, let alone at lunchtime – usually she gave it the “old grin and bear it” attitude but even that was becoming more and more difficult for her.
“How’s my little honey,” she heard Bob whisper softly into her ear as he crept up behind her in the kitchen, slipping his arms around her immediately and caressing her voluptuous breasts.
“Oh come on Bob not again,” she complained, “we made love this morning.”
“Never can get enough,” sang Bob turning his wife around and planting his lips fully upon hers.
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