At first Elizabeth didn’t understand that strange hint of relief, and yet then she realized, shivering superior and dirtily pleased, that the sooner the handsome young Greg began to f**k the bosomy slut in earnest, the sooner he would ejaculate with a groan, and be done. How wondrous, she thought in grand self-satisfaction, that her own devoted husband could be reduced so, to have to wait for another man’s orgasm, even actually to long for it in some shamed sort of way! Yes, Elizabeth could wallow in her hallowed adulteries like a pig, but poor Bill could only watch and suffer and wait, silently wishing the other man onward in his lovemaking so that at the end the faithful husband at last could take his long-awaited pleasure in the gloppy, overflowing mess. His gaze unwillingly unblinking,
