"Aaahhhhhh... that was really nice," Owen Temple said as he pulled his naked body up off his wife, Rita. "There's nothing like a good fucking to start the day out right."
Beneath him, feeling his semen flowing out of her still passion hushed vaginal lips, Rita bit on her lower lip to hold back the tears she could feel welling up. Once again, Owen had failed to bring her to orgasm, something that was becoming more and more the norm rather than the exception.
The lovely blonde woman lifted her head and watched her husband dress, wanting to say something, but failing to find the words. If there was anything Owen prided himself on, it was his masculinity, and Rita could sense that no matter what she said, he would take it the wrong way. His hard-muscled body rippled with the regular work-outs he did, and his close cropped red hair made him look something like a male god from ancient Greece.