She sat down beside him and crossed her legs. She pulled at her short skirt so that he'd be sure to see her firm legs and part of her inner thighs.

For the first time he seemed to get interested in her body.

"Do we have to watch that?" she asked.

"What'd you have in mind, baby?" he asked.

She hated it when he started putting on his sex stud act. His voice would get deeper and he'd start acting like he was God's gift to a horny woman. She sometimes wondered why she married him, but she half knew it was only because he was a rich and educated businessman. Men like that were hard to find. Besides, tonight she didn't care what kind of act he put on as long as he satisfied her.

"Why don't I turn that off?" she asked.

"Go ahead," he said.

She gave him a good view of her jiggling ass as she bent to turn the television off. He was already getting aroused by the time she sat down on the couch. His breathing was rapid and she could see the bulge in his shorts.

She only hoped that tonight he could make himself last long enough to satisfy the itch in her cunt.

He already had his hand on her knee, softly squeezing. She kissed his lips and let her fiery tongue slip into his mouth. He groaned as their tongues touched.

His hand went farther up her thighs, caressing her hot flesh. What she needed was for him to throw her down and fuck her roughly. She didn't tell him that. She knew his prudish mind would be shocked. But that was what she wanted.

He pushed her back on the couch until he was leaning on top of her. She felt one of her titties became loose and press warmly against his T-shirt. His chest started heaving in excitement.

"You feel so good, honey," he said gently. "You feel so good."