In the beginning, right after we got married, we’d make love three or four times a week. As I started working more, it got less often; maybe twice a...week, then once a week. Now, it was once or twice a month, if that. She rarely said no, she just didn’t come on to me like she used to. I guess I should have known.I called and said I’d be really late, like midnight. Then, just after eight PM, my boss called. His boss had just called him, and the contract I was working on had been cancelled.. “It’s been an hour and 15 minutes,” My husband yelled a reminder from the kitchen as the girls and I fell into a naked pile together and rolled around on the carpet.“Thanks for the reminder,” I answered him back very passive aggressively. It was interesting how he could raise his voice while he was in another room and not looking me right in the face but Stefan usually mumble-complained when I was nearby.Justin put his hands on his hips and glared down at me.“No, you are supposed to yell Thank. My English teacher was a former actor in Shakespearian Theater that would often quote the famous bard in his everyday conversation. I thought he was hilarious and sexy with his low deep voice and his roving fingers. He had pretty much investigated all my secret areas of sexual interest and knew my exterior geography as well as his own. I suspected he was a bit of a “perv” because he kept calling me “little girl” every time he had his cold fingers up in my snatch or even buried in my bottom. "After that I started calling her Fluffy like a person would do to get a male porn star hard again for the next scene when Viagra wasn't working anymore." With the story ended Amanda shot out from Nate’s lap and just looked at her, “You are just a whore aren’t you.” Steph barely had time to get her hand out from her basketball shorts. Steph collected her thoughts because she was nearly at the height of an orgasm. Fucking bitch wouldn’t you know it seems like something was always in the.