Chapter 1

The two naked bodies worked feverishly toward rapture. Samantha Travers, twenty-six, astride her husband, Peter, rode him in an ever increasing tempo, her modest sized breasts bouncing wildly as their bodies first separated then crashed together. Her eyes glazed and unseeing, her breaths were coming in snorts as they both neared climax.

"I want it, Peter! I want to cum to you!" she cried, and both redoubled their efforts.

"Come on, baby, ride me!" he responded. "Let me feel you cum!"

Her bobbed blonde hair flipped perspiration right and left as her head jerked from side to side.

"It's so good, Honey. Deeper! Yes, deeper!" she cried.

"God, you're so wet!" he groaned as she squeezed and her vaginal muscles responded by gripping his lance ever tighter. "Come on, turn it loose, Sam, turn it loose!"

"Cum in me, Peter. Fill me! FILL ME!" she shrieked.

And the two increased the level of their exertions yet again, both now near exhaustion.

They had planned the evening just as the marriage counselor had suggested. The kids, Donna, 7 and Sean, 9 were staying the night with her friend Lana. There had been dinner at a quiet restaurant and a long walk in the park while holding hands. Returning home, soft music and candlelight had afforded a romantic and even erotic atmosphere. They had danced. There had been wine and the two engaged in lengthy foreplay. Samantha had allowed Peter to first admire, then fondle her after she had performed a sultry striptease for him. The two had petted heavily and then, both panting and feeling they were as ready as they possibly could be, they had retired to the bedroom where they had tried several positions suggested by the counselor and now were in the last, Samantha bouncing up and down on Peter as if she were riding a bucking bronco.

Yet even as she forced herself to even greater effort, Samantha knew it would not happen. She continued for another minute or so until she caught Peter's eye. At that moment, his look mirrored her own -- a study in frustration. It had become painfully aware that neither would reach climax.

Tears filled Samantha's eyes. Memories flashed through her mind of the beginning of their relationship.

She and Peter had actually met at a party to celebrate Peter's engagement to his childhood sweetheart. Samantha had become enamored of the handsome young man immediately and decided he would be hers. The next few weeks had been spent arranging "accidental" meetings with Peter and sowing seeds of doubt about his upcoming marriage. On their fourth encounter, which she told him must be fate, she seduced him and he began falling in love with her. She wasn't too surprised, therefore when Peter broke off his engagement and began pursuing her full time. They were married six months later and Sean, their firstborn followed nine months later.

Since their marriage and the birth of their two children, Samantha had become the model wife and mother although Peter liked to kid that she was "high maintenance". True, her dreams of a lavish lifestyle had to be downsized considerably, but as time went on, she grew accustomed to the comfortable, if not opulent, lifestyle of middle class America.