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threatening to their
future.
    “You never take me seriously, Marcy. You’re
like a blowup Barbie doll. My brain is turning to mush after so many years of this,
this . . . this total lack of stimulation.”
    Marcy laughed. Since when was slipping it
to your wife over a homemade roast beef dinner lacking in stimulation?
    When she kept on snickering, Jess blurted, “I
mean mental stimulation, Marcy. Intellectual stimulation.”
    Her mood darkened. Oh, that.   She’d never been good at providing
cerebral challenges. Her forte was erotic activation.
    Jess stood up and threw down his napkin,
letting it land on the bloody roast. Now Marcy would have to use stain remover.
This pissed her off. He was so selfish. How dare he turn up his nose at her
carefully prepared dinner? And did he think he was just going to walk away from
her now? Insult her by refusing to partake of her primped and powdered,
perfectly tanned and toned, totally naked flesh?
    When he headed out of the dining room,
obviously intending to hide himself in his office, she made an offensive move.
She attacked, lunging at him, tackling from behind. They fell together onto the
cold hard floor with a grunt (his) and a scream (hers).
    “You motherfucker! How dare you insult my
food, my body, my brain! I ought to kill you. I think I’ll fuck you to death,”
Marcy yelled.
    She was out of her mind, flailing her arms,
kicking, writhing on top of her husband, who was attempting to buck her off his
back without hurting her.
    “Calm down,” he said in a muffled voice,
his face mashed against the Italian marble.
    “No! I’m tired of calm. I want wild.”
    Then she screamed again, thrusting her
pelvis against the wrinkled back of his yellow polo shirt until he bellowed
like a rodeo steer. She eased up on him, but only enough so he could roll over
onto his back. He stared up at her. His face was unreadable, but his dick was
unquestionably hard.
    When she felt his fingers on her spine, she
stopped rutting on his chest and dove for his mouth. Eventually, he kissed her back.
Reluctantly, then forcefully. And soon enough, he had her buttocks tight in his
hands, and he was driving himself into her with a deep, thrusting rhythm she
hadn’t enjoyed for some time.
    She enjoyed it for less time than usual
however.
    Maybe it was the weeks of celibacy, maybe
it was the anger at being ignored and possibly betrayed, but something snapped inside
her head, and Marcy lost it. Geek sex with Jess had always been a quiet, sweet
affair, a tender conjoining of her juicy twat with his ropy penis, bolstered by
a lot of adolescent kissing and cuddling. Some women go for that kind of comfy
sex, but Marcy wasn’t one of them. She’d gone along with Jess’s romantic approach
to their coupling because she loved him. She’d wanted to please him, keep him.
Now, however, she wondered if she should have shown him what she was really
like much earlier in their relationship. She’d been afraid she would scare him
off. Now she didn’t give a shit what his reaction might be.
    She pulled away, pressing against his chest
with her palms until he stopped thrusting.
    He lay flat on the floor. “What the hell,
Marce?”
    She shook her head, then rocked herself
against his solid cock until she came with a shudder and a groan. Then she
licked her index finger and stroked herself, still rubbing against his thick
cock, until she came a second time. God, that felt good. She was ready for
another one, la pièce de résistance , but as soon as he began to pump
again inside her, Marcy pulled away. She laughed when she saw the look on his
face as she stood up.
    His forehead was covered in sweat. Splayed
out on the dining room floor, his plaid boxers down around his knees, her
husband displayed the biggest boner she’d seen in years. He looked like a confused
teenager caught in the act of Playboy ing.
    “Where’re you going?” he whispered.
    “I want you to lick me until I tell you to
stop,” she said,