Wedded Lust 
By Gary Jordan
Copyright © 2004

Wedded Lust

He thrust slowly, oh-so-slowly, but with a pace to match the
quickening pulse. Tight. Tightening. Slow, but speeding up. Controlled
breathing, to avoid unwanted attention. Faster. Tighter. Breath
louder, but still as silent as possible. Pleasure in every stroke,
nearly peaking now.

Beside him, his wife stirred. His hand stopped.

At the first hint of a gentle snore, he began to thrust again.