Her marriage had been a good one, except for their sexual frustration. Rob earned a great deal of money and provided well for her. He never questioned her spending habits and made sure she had more than adequate funds to operate the house. He was attractive and concerned, affectionate in private but a bit distant when they were in public. He never brought work home and spent as much time as he could with her and Joey. He was a good husband and father.
"Rob," she said softly. "Please, darling, let's not fight."
He turned to face her, and Sandy saw that his cock was quite hard inside his shorts. She wanted to laugh and grab his prick, play with his cock, kiss his cock, fuck his cock. But she held off.
"I'm not fighting, Sandy," he said.
"Why don't you talk to me, darling?" she asked. "We never talk anymore."
"We talk," he said.
"Sure, about your business, inflation, what's happening in other parts of the world!" Sandy had to swallow a sudden surge of anger. "We don't really talk, not about what's important to us."
"You mean sex?"
"Yes, sex!"
"That may be important to you," he said, "but I find other things important, too."
"Of course other things are important," she conceded. "But sex is extremely important to a happy marriage. I'm very interested in sex, Rob."
"Obviously." He frowned. "You showed that tonight."
"Rob, oh, darling," she sighed. "Don't you understand what I'm trying to tell you?"
"You confuse me, that's what you do."
"You try to deny sex, Rob," she said. "You go around pretending you're not at all interested in pussy, yet you can look at a beautiful teenage girl and get a hard on that almost bursts your pants! That's what I don't understand, darling. Someplace in you is an animal that wants sex – wild, abandoned sex! Why don't you face it, enjoy it?"
"You're crazy."
"Maybe I am, but I'm happy in it," she said. "At least I admit my desires. That's more than you do. Look at you," she said, pointing to his cock. "Standing there with a beautiful, hard cock, and still you won't admit you want some pussy!"