I need sex. Can you understand that Johnny? I need it. I crave it every day. And I never thought you wanted me that way. Hell, you only ask for sex ev...ry month or so. I thought you did it out of duty or something. I love sex, Johnny, and I can't live without it often. I need it often and I need it rough. You're such a wimp, Johnny." That was too much. Dammit! I'd always wanted to make love to my wife. It'd always seemed that she was cold and distant. I truly thought she was frigid, and now I. The only thing in my mind was his dick, as he hardly thrusts it deep into my horny pussy.The audience cheered and shouted; "FUCK THE BITCH, MAKE HER SCREAM!"It stimulated him to thrust even harder and harder. I moaned every time the dick went all the way in. He groaned; "Oooooh you lovely whore oooh!" Suddenly he groaned highly and pressed the dick hard up into my pussy and filled me with his hot sperm.That was too much for me I moaned and screamed when the orgasm hit me. I had my eyes closed. That would be harder to put into the past.I was having my second and final cup of coffee in the living room while I thought about the situation. Diane arrived home before I could really come to any conclusion."Let me get my coffee and we can have a talk," she said as she put her coat into the closet and breezed into the kitchen. She seemed to have quite a bit of spring in her step this morning.Normally the "have a talk" opening usually brings shivers of fear to men. For whatever reason, it. "I think I can manage that", he said. With that I laid my head back and closed my eyes while Tom rubbed the soles of my feet, then his hands were all over my feet at once, rubbing my toes and instep, my arches...it was heavenly. He was bringing me right to the edge, but I didn't want him to know, so I controlled my reactions as best I could. After a while I pretended to be asleep. Tom's breathing became more rapid and I knew he wouldn't be able to control himself much longer. I felt his breath.