Sparring with the Mrs.

You head home that night trying to decide what to do about things. Your wife is downright frigid again that night, pushing your hands away from her body with an “I’m too tired tonight, maybe tomorrow honey.” You grump back into the pillow pissed off, horny and needing some action, but instead you fall asleep like always.

Saturday morning is normally a good time for you. You get to play some golf, maybe watch some football. You stand there looking out of the garage as you are cleaning your golf clubs and you see your neighbor’s college aged daughter come out of the house. Your cock goes rock solid in your pants as you watch the blond bombshell, her name is Lea as you recall, walk to her car. Her tits are big, and she has them swinging free under the tight t-shirt she is wearing. You can see her nipples are at attention even from across the street, and you wish you could get yourself a piece of ass like that. You start to think about all of the hot women and their daughters in the neighborhood and quickly your mind fills with nasty thoughts of ways you could fuck all of them. You are startled out of your horny day dreaming by the sound of your wife in full nag mode, "Are you ever going to get the house painted or are you going to sit around in the garage all day."

You realize that you promised to paint the house today. You have the money to hire someone, but you are just too cheap. As she is bitching at you, you look over at your wife and think that she is still pretty good looking, if she would just shut the fuck up once in a while or better yet if she would just fuck you once in a while you would be pretty happy with her. She keeps in good shape, her legs and ass are thin and well toned, her tits are small, but still firm and her nicely up-tilted pink nipples still turn you on even after twenty years. It has been two weeks since she last spread her legs for you, and your sexual frustration is driving you crazy. You need to find a way to get more sex. But in the meantime you need to paint the house, "Yeah I'm on it. Don't get your panties in a bunch."

Your wife gives you a little glare and then she says, “If you did your part around here I might be more willing to do my part, if you know what you mean. Then she turned around and headed back into the house.

You were slightly pissed about her attitude and thought to yourself, ‘If you did your part I might just do more around here.’ You realize that it is a stupid response and you are glad you did not say it back to her. Damn she was so frustrating why she didn’t just fuck you once in a while and then you would be in a better mood and at the same time it would remove this big block in your relationship.