I fucking hate pineapple. She came into the kitchen while I was opening it up and I shook my head at it before closing the box and stuffing it back in...the fridge irritably. We’d been together forever and she knew I hated pineapple. I took it as symbolic of the state of our marriage. The motto on our marriage should read ‘quisque pro se’ in Latin. ‘Every man for himself’ was an appropriate sentiment.“Not in the mood for pizza?” she asked.“Barb, we’ve been together for how many years now?” I said. She always loved being eaten and her clit licked and her nipples sucked and I obliged her without hesitating. We tried just about every position and hardly spoke the entire time. I loved her sucking my cock and playing with my balls while I fondled her tits. We did 69 and that is one thing I really love as I can get my tongue really deep in her pussy and she came so many times in that position. As I couldn't hold it any longer I told her I was cumming and pushed me away and as quick as she. Now it's the real girls, the girls we see walking down the street, the girls we talk to at work, or stand next to on the bus. short, tall, fat, skinny, young, old. we want to grab all those tits, feel every ass, taste every wet pussy. constantly turned on. lusting. big tits bouncing in a loose t-shirt. a fat ass in leggings. a sweaty jogger. pretty feet in flip flops. long legs in a short skirt. they are all on line. sucking dicks, riding cocks, getting fucked hard. but we want more. we can't. "Is that mouth and face all mine right now?" I demanded."Yes...take it any way you want"she whispered."Good bitch,you can extract my cockmeat now,I am going to fucking paste your dirty little mouth and face for you.Would you like that"? Without answering,she went to work straight away.Grabbing her thick blonde hair,I ripped her head away from the crown of my knob."Look at me,wife,You haven't answered me.I asked if you'd like that?"Through her smudged red lipstick and her pouting lips she said.