Grrr......

As she stamped into the bedroom John arrived with her coffee.

He took one look and closed his eyes, 'Oh fuck...'

Doe turned to him, her mouth tight, her perfect breasts thrust out in front of her as she stood there arms folded beneath them.

"So tell me how was your day, what have you been up to?", her eyes glinted dangerously.

"Ohh, this and that, I talked to a few...", he started before she cut across him,

"Let me help you", she paused, "Wanker". She paused and watched him. He opened his mouth to say something then thought better of it and looked down. His eyes running down her body taking in the the curves, the skirt, her stocking clad legs, the patent leather shoes. 'God she was beautiful'

She stepped over to him and lifted his chin. "So how come you can spend all day wanking when if I'm lucky you last five minutes?"

Before he could answer she continued a look of real fury on her face. " I spend my days working my ass off to pay the bills, and keep the place. You can't even lift a finger to tidy up...", she paused searching his eyes for a reaction.

"Oh no, you are too busy tugging that pathetic cock of yours. Worse you do it pretending that I am being fucked in front of you."

"What do you think I am, some sort of whore?!" she shouted