"Get that damned dog! I haven't got all day!" the producer screeched.

Kathy sighed as she remembered how the frustration slowly began to set in on her. Joe had his career. He was a manager and instructor at a women's gym in Beverly Hills. Kathy had been there a few times and felt her jealousy burning at full tilt when she saw the way the women looked at Joe. She watched their eyes glaze over with lust, as they stared at his powerful crotch. Kathy knew that her husband had a powerful animal magnetism that made nipples stiffen, tits swell, and cunts fire up and juice uncontrollably. That was one of the first things that attracted her to him. But did he have to parade it around at his job? Kathy sighed again as she thought of how some women practically got down on their backs and hunched up their knees whenever Joe walked by. He was tall, dark complected, and had long, curly thick black hair that hung slightly over his ears. His blue eyes sparkled with excitement, glowing almost continually with sexual lust from under his thick black lashes and bushy brows.

Kathy didn't know if Joe fooled around or not. He was home with her every night. But there were those secluded little sauna parties at the gym. If he did fuck other women, it certainly wasn't because Kathy was some ugly frump with purple stretch marks and bad breath. Kathy was twenty-five now and had long, straight blonde hair that flowed down to her waist. Her eyes were as blue as Joe's and gleamed with the same kind of lust his did. But her most noticeable asset was her boobs. They were firm with deep red nipples that always seemed to be twitching and stiff with sexual excitement. She always felt her clit twinge with rushing blood as men on the street stared at her bouncing tits. She'd had her chances to hop in the hay, but fought back the inviting urge that gripped her cunt continually, waiting for Joe to come home from the gym.