What I had a right to expect from a husband. Well now I've decided I don't need you feeble cock. Get out of my sight."Bill was hurt by her words, but ...e figured she'd get over it. Her own carnal needs would overcome the weak woman and bring her to his bed. And soon he hoped. Up until now he had taken his almost permanent case of "blue balls" as a sign of his holiness. Not it just made him horny and anxious.But weeks and even months passed Janet showed no sign of coming around to her husband's. She said brightly, “Okay, E-man. Now it’s your turn. If feel like I’m impaled on a baseball bat. God it feels good! Fuck me, E-man! I bet you can’t knock me out again. That was just a lucky first try. Come on, honey. I want to feel you cum inside me. That’s all I need right now.”Eamon needed no additional prodding. He had softened a bit when trying to revive her. But her encouragement had him hard and ready again. He started slowly, withdrawing about half way, then sliding back into. To her, she was just going to visit her friend for the day. Nothing sexual was going to happen. In reality she never remember what had happened that day in Dr. Hawthorne's office. She'd gone for some therapy and she thought all was fine. She and the doctor has discussed her 'condition', as he liked to call it, but they'd never gotten to the 'nitty gritty' of her feelings and she'd never revealed to him her condition of being an hermaphorite.She'd managed to get though high school with her. He had been so thoughtful, so loving with her, and until she found someone like him again she could do without men. Oh she had an occasional fuck when the mood set in, but nothing permanent. All in all she was waiting for him to come back to her. She had been so young barely 18 and he an ‘older man’ of 25. She had been and still was quite petite at 5’3′ 110 pounds of green eyes and brunette hair. Back then she had worn tight skirts and tiny shirts. She had been a knockout, and was now even more.