Donna and Mark make love

They had barely made it to the front door of their sprawling Bel-Air mansion before they were on each other. As they closed the door, Donna pulled Mark by the lapels of his shirt and planted a kiss on him. She could feel his hard dick underneath his pants as she pulled him close to her.

She pulled off his suit jacket and his dress shirt as she felt his fingers pull down the straps of her sundress. The sundress dropped to the floor and she stepped out of it. She reached down and yanked his pants off. His dick was free at last. His lack of size had always been a source of insecurity for him even after seven years of marriage. Even if it wasn't the biggest dick around, his lack of size had never bothered her.

Donna took Mark's hand and led him up the grand staircase into their bedroom. It had a massive single panel window that had a panoramic view of the city beyond. It was larger than her first apartment and much better furnished. It was filled with all of the most stylish and trendy furniture including a large bed with white sheets.

They stumbled and collapsed into bed, Mark climbing on top of Donna. He couldn't wait. He had to have her.

With the excitement of a teenager on prom night, he slid his dick inside her. Before she could react, he thrust into her, desperate to fuck his wife. She let out a soft moan as she felt his dick inside her. As he kept thrusting, she felt herself slowly building to orgasm.

She felt his thrusts get more desperate. She knew what that meant. Please Mark, just a little longer, she thought to herself.

Too late. Mark let out a groan and buried himself deep inside her. She let out another small moan as she felt his seed flood her pussy. She rolled her hips, desperate to get off.

Mark's dick softened and he collapsed on top of her as he pulled out. She felt his chest heave on top of hers and his ragged breath on her face. "I'm sorry Donna," he whispered sadly, "I couldn't-"

Donna put her hand on his lips and forced a smile, "It's okay Mark. It happens sometimes," she reassured.

A minute later, Mark was passed out next to her fast asleep. Sleep for Donna on the other hand was elusive. She stared up at the ceiling, watching the fan whirl above her head. Her pussy throbbed with need. It wasn't the first time that Mark had failed to give her an orgasm. However, there was more to a marriage than sex. Mark had taken a chance on her when no one else would. He was there when no one else was. So what if he wasn't exactly the best in the bedroom.

Since she wasn't going to get to sleep anytime soon, she reached over to the bedside drawer and pulled out her copy of the script for Fallen Angels. She leafed through the pages and she reached the scene where the detective has sex with the thief for the first time. As she read through the lines, she ran her hands along her body. Her fingers brushed her nipples as she read the part where the thief eats her pussy. When she reached the part where the thief finally fucks her, her hands had found their way down to her clit. She was still aching for release. She needed release.

No, she wouldn't do that to him.

She put the script back in the drawer and turned out the light. She would just have to go without for tonight. Thoughts of the family that her and Mark would have: the feeling of holding a baby to her breast, the sound of her child laughing, the idea of tucking them into bed and telling them the same bedtime stories that her parents told her danced in her mind as she closed her eyes and let sleep take her.