"You don't know what you're saying."

"Like hell I don't!" she shot back at him. "You and Joey both! Like father, like son! You both want that little sexpot! And Joey so young he has no idea what it's all about! Maybe you want your son to be with you when you fuck her! Oh, I know you want her; you just don't have the fucking nerve to make a pass at her! You're afraid of her because she's so young, that's all that stops you! You're a fucking hypocrite! Did you know that, Rob? A hypocrite!"

"I just use my head, that's all," he said, unable to look at his wife now.

"Sure you do!" she spat. "You want pussy so fucking bad, you're willing to suffer with frustration. You won't even fuck me anymore! Come on, Rob, what's wrong with me? My body is just as it was when we were married. I haven't changed in appearance. I'm still a beautiful woman… so what the fuck is it you want?"

Rob turned his back to Sandy, unable to say anything. Sandy stared at her husband, seeing the muscular cheeks of his ass encased in his white shorts. He was a tall man, a handsome man. When they had first been married, he couldn't seem to get enough of her body, always fucking her vigorously. She had loved his fucking tremendously. The only thing she had not liked was his inhibitions. He did not want to experiment, want to do other things. He wanted only to be on top of her, no other position. She had managed to suck him off twice – three times counting this night. Sandy knew, despite his protests, that Rob had enjoyed those blowjobs.

She suspected that deep down inside her husband, somewhere, there lurked a sexuality that was begging to be released. She was determined, now, to find that release for him, to let his sexual nature come to the surface. She wanted him to be totally uninhibited, eager to try different positions, to experiment with various sexual methods. She wanted him to derive as much pleasure from sex as she did.