“Oh no,” Melissa groaned inside, hearing her dear husband from the other room starting to rumble under his breath about whatever work related crisis it was this time. Being married to a district attorney featured prominently and regularly in the press was not an easy task. To say he brings his work home with him is an understatement, and their sex life was starting to feel the effects. After ten years of marriage and seeing him through law school, it had been on trial after another, both on the homefront and literally.
Richard was a passionate man. It was one of the main traits that attracted her in the first place when they met in their early days of college. Though they had fooled around a lot during their one year engagement, she had saved herself for their wedding night and had never regretted it. The building of sexual craving and enormous desire for one another during that time had paid off greatly. That first night of holy matrimony was still to this day one of her favorite memories anytime she touched herself. Touching herself was something becoming too common these days. She longed for her touch to be replaced with his own. That powerful passion between them had always been explosively delicious in the bedroom. He knew how to ignite her into sexual flames with just the mere sensation of his lips on her neck. Now the only thing his lips do is cite law jargon and bitch consistently about the lack of justice in this country. Melissa was feeling her own lack of injustice. She wanted her husband. She craved his passion, and not only passion about putting the bad guys away, but passion about putting his huge cock in her still very lovely but lately too lonely pussy.
She stood making coffee in the kitchen, her thoughts wandering, remembrances of the many long nights of hot sex sessions that resulted in him being late for court but sure as hell smiling all day long with that “I just fucked my wife all night” look. Even all these years later, she still desired him as much as the first time. Her clit was aching just a little, right along with her heart. As he slammed down yet another case file in the den and muttered a few frustrated obscenities, she could take it no longer. American justice would have to wait!




