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satisfied in every way.” Sylvia knew from past experience that she had to work hard to please her husband if she wanted to get any real affection in return.
    Maurice was tempted. It wasn’t often that his wife offered him oral sex. He could just sit back and let her do all the work. Then he realized her intention was probably to ask him for the same pleasure in return. The thought of that made his stomach turn.
    “This will do just fine, Sylvia,” he answered, trying again to form a picture of the young woman in the magazine in his mind.
    “All right, honey, just put it inside of me.” .
    She sighed, realizing that foreplay was not on the agenda. Gasping as he slowly pushed himself into her, Sylvia wrapped her arms around him and moaned.
    “Oh, Maurice, that’s it, baby. That’s the spot.”
    When Maurice and Sylvia had first met, she was a virgin, and very timid during lovemaking. Even when she was very excited, she barely made a sound. Maurice had ignored this behavior for a while, even though he found it a turnoff. Finally, he confronted her on it, demanding that she act more aroused and become more vocal. Sylvia tried unsuccessfully to change, but it was uncomfortable for her to scream without feeling embarrassed or whorish. Over the years she realized her husband was asking much less often for sex and figured it was because of her reticence. She loved him and was so desperate for his affection that she eventually learned to loosen up during sex. Unfortunately her changes did not increase their lovemaking, but on the rare occasions that they did have sex, Sylvia screamed and moaned like a pro.
    Sylvia’s screams excited Maurice, and he began to pump faster. Really enjoying it now, she kicked her legs high in the air. “Oh, don’t stop now! Please don’t stop now!” she shouted, concentrating as the intense pleasure increased and she felt herself nearing orgasm.
    Maurice had become engulfed in his fantasy, and a few thrusts later he gasped as he climaxed inside of her.
    No! she thought. Not again! Please God, not again! I was almost there. Damn you, Maurice, all I ever asked for is one pitiful orgasm.
    Rolling off Sylvia, Maurice seemed oblivious of her disappointment.
    “Are you happy, baby?”
    “Yes,” Sylvia answered weakly as she envisioned her hands strangling the life out of his body.
    Looking up at him with desperation, she remembered her girlfriend Vivian’s advice: Always ask for more. They last longer the second time around.
    “Ahhh, Maurice, do you think we could do it one more time?” She was humble, almost pleading.
    “Hey, I know I’m good.” He smiled, shaking his head confidently as he wagged his finger at her. “But let’s not get greedy.”
    He slipped into his robe. “I’m going downstairs. I’m going to eat in my study and finish up some work.” He didn’t make eye contact once.
    Sylvia threw a pillow at the door as he closed it behind him.
    “You arrogant motherfucker!” she cursed him. Sadly she walked to her closet and searched until she found a thin, rectangular box. “You won’t let me down, will you?” she sighed, letting a six-inch vibrator slide out of the box.
     
    Downstairs in his study Maurice took two Tums to settle his stomach and pulled the trash can closer to his desk in case he had to throw up. Every time he had sex with his wife lately, he felt as if someone had turned his stomach inside out. The only positive thought he could muster was the relief that now he would be off the hook for another few weeks.
    Sitting back in his chair, he could feel some relief as the antacid began to work. The past two weeks had been difficult for him. His high school was ranked among the lowest in New York State in all subjects but English, and that was in jeopardy because a publishing company was trying to lure his finest teacher with a book deal.
    He knew he had to find a way to convince the teacher Antoine Smith to stay. If those test scores plummeted, Maurice could