Fights

"Every couple is different," you tried to explain to Jesse, while burying your humiliation and shame inside you. "Some girls are called screamers because they're louder during sex. Some girls aren't screamers, and that's OK too."

"I think I'd like to be a screamer." Jesse gazed up into your eyes, her head on your shoulder. "Can we try again?"

You had sex again. She seemed more frustrated this time, like your technique was boring her. She was never like this before. She was always really receptive.

"What's wrong?" You stopped thrusting, your penis still halfway inside her.

"I'm just --" She sighed heavily, "It just sounds like they're having amazing sex, John. Carli sounded like an animal in heat, panting and raving about Ken's cock."

"Well we can do some more dirty talk if you like." Your penis was deflating now. This was horrible.

"No, it's not that. I just --" She stopped, "I wish you took control more. Like they do."

"That vague. Could you give me some directions? In what way do you want me to take control? How rough do you want me to be?"

"I shouldn't have to fucking tell you, John!"

She had never sworn at you before. You immediately removed yourself from her and flipped to put your back to her. Jesse crosses her arms. The tension between you both is thick.

"I don't know what's gotten into you," You whisper dejectedly, "But the way you're acting is really hurtful."

Over the course of the following weeks, you and Jesse had gotten into a number of arguments, and while they had nothing to do with your sex life, they had everything to do with your sex life, mostly stemming from her frustration. Then you'd go to bed to the sounds of Carli and Joan shaking the walls and squeezing of their juices. Occasionally David would grunt loudly when cumming his heavy loads. It was every night, consistent and powerful. Meanwhile, you and Jesse hadn't had sex since the night it started.