"Huh?" Tom said, glancing absently down at her.

"Hey," Judy said, more loudly, "it's me, Judy, your wife. Remember me? I'm asking you why we don't ball so much any more."

Tom blushed. She should have remembered that he didn't like her to use coarse language. For a guy who'd tried so hard to get into her pants before they were married, he'd certainly turned prim and proper. He didn't like her to wear sexy clothes, either, didn't like her to make too much noise when they balled, didn't want to try anything new and different in bed.

"Why, we make love as much as ever, don't we, honey?" he said. Then he returned his eyes to the screen, where the marching band was spreading out in the shape of an eagle.

Judy gave a loud sigh. Tom wasn't even aware that their marriage was getting dull. But she was. She seemed to be perpetually horny lately. Her poor starved pussy was always aching and swollen with need. Their love-making sessions didn't happen often enough and didn't last long enough. In plain language, Judy just wasn't getting enough.

But it was no use trying to talk to Tom about it during a football game. She'd just have to try something else. She rolled off the couch and started for the bedroom. As she'd expected, Tom didn't even notice her leave. Well, he sure as hell was going to notice it when she came back.

Judy went into their bedroom and quickly stripped naked. She started briskly brushing her thick glossy brown hair, which she wore in a big puff like an Afro. She glanced at herself in the dresser mirror. She saw a moderately tall slim girl with deliciously curved waist and hips and flawless creamy-pink skin. She admired her grapefruit-size tits, perfect snowy mounds of silky flesh capped with little pointed beige nipples. She saw the dainty brown triangle of curls over her mons. It all looked good enough to her – but Tom no longer got excited about it.

She was only twenty-three, and she hoped to be married to Tom for the rest of her life. It wasn't going to be much fun unless she could get him interested in sex again. She whirled around and observed her backside in the mirror, her pert round ass, perfectly firm and enticing. Shit, there was nothing wrong with her. As a matter of fact, she looked damned good.