She'd always been too embarrassed to discuss the problem with her friends. When they did discuss sex, most of them complained that their husbands wanted too much of it. She usually just sat and listened. If she'd, told them she wanted more than Bob they'd have thought she was crazy.

Now Bob slipped his hands inside her robe and squeezed her naked tits. He continued kissing her neck and ears as he kneaded her heavy jugs.

"You know you're dying for it," he said, biting her neck.

She held his hands over her tits. "I'm always dying for it," she said.

"That's because I married a child bride," Bob said, pushing her robe off her shoulders and biting her ear.

It was true. She had been young when they'd married. But lots of girls married young and quickly fell into housework and recipes. She liked all that and enjoyed raising her children, but sex was a vitally important part of her life. Maybe too important.

She took a deep breath and threw her head forward while Bob massaged her neck and shoulders.

"Why'd you stop feeling me up?" she said. "If I keep it up you'll never come to bed."

"I'm trying to fight it," she said. "What do you mean, fight it?"

"I'm trying to not give in to my desires." Bob snorted. "That'll be the day."

"No, I mean it, I think I need sex more than is natural."

"It's natural for you." He returned his hands to her tits and flicked her nipples back and forth with his thumbs.

"But don't I wear you out sometimes?"

"Yep, but who's complaining?" He suddenly pushed his shorts down and stepped out of them. His cock stood out from his hairy crotch and belly and his balls framed it. As usual Rona's cunt twitched when she gazed at his cock. Was there anything more fascinating than a stiff prick and bulging balls? She doubted it.

She turned around on the seat and gazed at his mushroom-shaped cockhead. The skin was pulled tautly and a drop of cock-fluid escaped from the tip. Her mouth watered. Was thee anything more delicious than a mouthful of cum?