"Hang on, kid. Things'll get better, I promise."

"If you say so, Dad." Julie yawned and was almost asleep by the time he'd turned the light out.

Back in their bedroom, Al looked at Marjorie with a worried frown. He wasn't nearly as certain that things would be all right as he'd let on to his daughter. His wife was behaving more and more oddly all the time.

"Well, did you talk to her?" Marjorie looked at him in the mirror.

Al nodded. Even when she was angry his wife was a beautiful woman. She had deep red-gold hair and pale blue eyes that made a stunning combination. Even more stunning was her figure. When they'd first been married, Marjorie's body had been almost too slim. Now her breasts were big, and hard. They stood away from her ribcage proudly, her big, thick nipples always hard. Her waist was still slim and flared out into a lovely pair of hips and the nicest ass Al had ever seen on any woman.

But it was between her legs that Marjorie's true glory lay. Her pussy hair, a lighter red-gold than the hair on her head, are covered the fine, soft lips of her cunt and the big clit that was always twitching, always inviting a touch of the hand or mouth.

And she could fuck! Al sighed, no matter what faults his wife possessed, she was a bitch in heat in bed, always wanting more cock – cock in her mouth, in her cunt and, on rare occasions, jammed into her tight, pulsing asshole.

As he undressed, watching her, Al felt his cock stir. She was sitting with her back to him, naked to the waist. Her big tits moved easily as she brushed her hair, and the nipples seemed to be inviting his touch.

Dressed in only his underpants, knowing that his hard-on showed, Al came up behind her. Looking at her reflection in the mirror. He watched her eyes shift from her face to his image, and she licked her lips as she saw the hard-on bulging in his pants.