A Boring Marriage

"Yeah ... yeah ... yeah," Elizabeth King said in her monotone voice, adding some additional lubricant to her pussy to keep it slick for her husband, Douglas. Mercifully, he lasted only a couple of minutes. Douglas didn't want a vasectomy, so he was shooting his load in a condom now. Five children with him was enough.

After he pulled out and went to the restroom to clean up, Elizabeth tugged out her big black dildo and started to watch interracial porn. Her eyes dully flicked over to her husband went he got back out of the bathroom.

"Elsa needs a ride to school in the morning," she said flatly. "And Katie needs a ride to the airport, she is doing a fashion shoot in New York City."

"Good for her," Douglas responded in an equally detached voice. He remembered Elizabeth's words about the danger of opening a marriage. But at this point, it seemed the boredom and monotony of not doing it outweighed the risks of doing it. And Douglas knew they both felt that way.