Another weekend is here

Pausing to wipe the sweat from your brow, you set your shovel down and grab your beer. The bottle has droplets of condensation along it's sides which causes the dirt on your hands to become muddy when you lift it to your lips. The cold, lite beer goes down easy and you gulp down the remaining half in no time at all. Tossing the empty bottle onto the lawn, you wipe your hands on your pants and admire your work. You've spent the majority of the day shoveling and hauling stone to the flower beds around your property and you've just spread the last of it out. Sure you could have paid a landscaper to do the work, but you get a feeling of satisfaction with a job well done and you find the work helps keep you fit and breaks up the normal gym routine.

"Looks good honey!" you hear. Turning around you see Marissa standing on the back deck. "Are you just about finished? Dinner's almost ready."

"Yeah." you reply. "Just have to put everything away and then shower. Want to join me?"

"Honey! Shhhh! The neighbors could hear you!" she says in an audible whisper.

"Sooo, what if they do?" you ask, walking closer to her. "Is it the end of the world if our neighbors think we have sex?"

"Honey, you know I'd love to, but I have to finish dinner, set the table, get the kids ready..." she says, her voice trailing off, leaving the rest of her list of excuses unsaid.

"Well, can't blame me for trying." you say, with **** humor in your voice as you turn around to start gathering your tools. "Didn't really expect anything different anyway." you say to yourself. It's been three months since you've had sex last, and six months the time before that. As good a mother and home keeper she is, she sucks as a lover. You're tired of constantly being the one to ask and tired of being rejected. This attempt is the last and you've decided if your wife won't put out, you'll find someone else who will.

You finish putting away the tools and wheelbarrow and start formulating a plan to get yourself some pussy tonight. Walking back towards the house, your dick begins to harden as you think about your options.

Thirty minutes later

Sitting down to eat, you hatch your plan. "Hey Marissa." you say to her casually. "I got a text from Mike when I was in the shower. He wants to meet up for drinks tonight."

"Oh, that'll be nice. It's been a while since you two got together. What time are you meeting?"

"In about an hour. Sounds like he might be in a drinking mood tonight, so I might be home a little later." you say before biting into your burger.

"Alright. Just be safe." she tells you before becoming distracted helping the kids with their meals.