The sex was fantastic. They tore each other apart like animals. They barely knew each others names but it didn't matter anyway. But she knew it had to end. She threw him away. What did it matter? He was just a hard d**k and there were many more just waiting to be stroked.
The gentle man did everything in his power to make her happy. He had sensed she had been unhappy for a long time. He was a simple man but a good man. He did not have it in his understanding to realize that he was married to a whore. She laughed to herself inwardly but some conscience had also creeped through when she didn't expect it.
She finally accepted some aspects of her married life except for the growing older part.
She hated parts of her life and other parts were worth living.
