Maria downed her third vodka and tonic as she waited for her husband to finish his long distance phone call.<em>" Business"</em>, he'd said by way of explanation before leaving her to take the call in another room.<em> As if she gave a damn!</em>She had been grateful for the interruption.  It was Friday,   the final of the 3 "assigned" days in which she was expected to have sex with her husband.  Or rather, to<em>get fucked by him</em>,  and after the exceedingly tiresome week she'd had she was rather anxious to get it over with.    Of course, it hadn't always been that way, she thought with a sigh of resentment.   In fact, she could recall the beginning of their whirlwind love affair and how he'd literally swept her off her feet, courting her for 6 months before  popping the question on bended knee in front of a room full of strangers at a ritzy italian restaurant.<br/>She'd been a virgin on her wedding day and by the time the weeklong honeymoon ended, she'd had every reason to anticipate a lifetime of mutually satisfying sex with the man who'd lovingly awakened her budding sensuality.  Now, nine years later, she knew just how wrong she'd been.<br/><br/>" I'm dissapointed Maria" the sound of his cruel, deep timbred voice snapped her attention back to the present.   " I was gone for<em>atleast</em>10 minutes and I come back to find you're<em>still dressed</em>?"  In the space of a mere heartbeat, he was in front of her - a handful of her black as night hair clutched in his powerful fist as he wrenched her dizzied head to the side, " What the fuck is wrong with you?"<br/>