After dinner, Abby cleared the table quickly, refusing help and leaving the dishes for the morning. She took him to the living room and poured something amber from a decanter. It tasted like sweet cognac, but he wasn't sure. She sat beside him on the couch.

"How's being your wife?" She asked.

"Disconcerting" He answered "but... Nice"

"Good" she said, leaning over to kiss his neck.

She slowly moved down, gently undoing his buttons and kissing his chest. She came up for a moment, kissed his eager lips then took his glass from his hand, placed it in the table and moved onto his lap, one knee at each hip. She sat back on his thighs as she kissed him, denying him the intimate contact he craved. Finally he grabbed her hips and roughly pulled her forward.

"You think you'd allow that?" She asked.

"Oh yeah"

"...you're right, you would." she said with conviction, kissing him and pulling him closer. After rocking her hips, tempting and teasing him as long as she could stand, she made quick work of his pants, grabbed him firmly and pulled him into her with a passionate growl into his neck. He moaned as she rolled her hips firmly over his, tight black cocktail dress stretched around her thighs, so he could see nothing, luckily. It was already too much for him.

"Slow down Abbs, slow down!"

She did so, giving him a questioning look.

"Sorry Abby, I can't last long if you do that!" He said, breathless.

She looked into his eyes challengingly and said "Would you ever be angry if your wife came too fast?"

"No!" He stopped and though for a moment, it was as much of an epiphany as you can have with no pants. "No..." He said quietly.

"Good" she said, grabbing him and thrusting almost violently.

With her groaning and rocking hard against him, he came quickly, helplessly moaning, squirting hard into her.

Once he was able to point his eyes forward again, she gently took his hand, guiding it to where she most liked it, showing him the motion. She kissed him until she became breathlessly distracted by his rapidly growing expertise. She came biting and whimpering against his shoulder, to his great satisfaction.

They sat slumped side by side on the couch, legs intertwined.

"You know I don't mind if it only takes you two minutes" said Abby.

"Hey, that was way more than two minutes!"

"Yeah, it was, but it wouldn't matter if it wasn't, you know why? 'Cause you didn't get bored an wander off straight after, so what does it matter?"

"Well..." He motioned downwards.

"If you think that's the only thing that can please a woman, you'd make a terrible lesbian! ...if you could make a woman come in two minutes, how would you feel?"

"Amazing"

"Exactly"