Angry wife

"Dammit Frank, lay off me, will you?" complained Cindy. She went over to the mirror and looked at herself. She unhooked her bra and her massive jugs came flopping out. They certainly were big now. Then she pulled her panties back off and turned to look at her ass in the mirror. She slapped it playfully. "Look at that ass, nice and firm still. No cellulite. A lot of guys would go for this big booty. But not you. You never take advantage of it anymore."

I grimaced at my wife's mention of our diminished sex life. "Well I like you a little thinner," I said. But the fact was that Cindy still looked fine, I couldn't' say why our sex life had petered out exactly. Maybe it was fading hormone levels or just that we were too familiar to each other after all these years together.

"Oh, yeah, so it's MY fault," snapped Cindy angrily. She turned to face me and I looked over her pale naked body and felt my member stiffen slightly. I needed to figure out a way to calm her down so I could proposition her for sex after all. She was sexy when she was angry like this. But Cindy ignored my ogling and went into a rant. "Well, you know what? A lot of guys like fat women you know. Plenty of guys," she was practically sputtering now. I knew I was in trouble.

"Yeah, well," I said noncommittally. I saw my prospects for sex fading as her anger built. "Mexicans and black guys maybe."

Cindy stopped short. "Mexicans and black guys. Nice. I think that's just a stupid stereotype, Frank."

"No, I don't think so," I said, warming up to the topic. "I think those dark skinned guys are all into fat women. Different cultures have different standards for beauty."