Gawd, I hate shopping. But I did tell Dolly I would pick her up a few things. Normally, I balk at doing this. Let her pick up her own shit. I mean, women usually know their sizes better than us. I'm here now, so might as well just get it done. Lets see. What will look good on her. I'm kind of partial to her being naked at all times, but I guess she does deserve something nice to wear. Hmmm. This little number looks hot. Yeah. Dolly looks great in red. Nice little spaghetti straps. Low-cut. Mid-thigh range. Perfect. I'll take it. Can't wait to get home and see the little woman in it.
Don't know why I bother. That damn red slip was only on her a minute before I tore it off. Like I said, I prefer her naked. And that Dolly, she likes to please me. I love to watch her lying next to me before I fall asleep. So peaceful. That just fucked look on her face. She really is a beauty. Golden blonde hair. Impeccable make-up. The right bumps in all the right places. And the best part, she never says no. Sex on demand. Is there anything better?
Maybe I'll take her once more tonight. This time give it to her good. Even I'll admit, I did come a little quick last time. But damn, I was horny, and she looked so good. Couldn't help myself. Yeah. Think I'll give her a bit more. How about it, Dolly? You up for another round of bury the bone? That's a girl. I knew you wouldn't let me down. Spread those legs, babe, I'm climbing aboard.
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John wants to go grab a beer. Do I want to? I was really planning on getting home to Dolly. Kind of missed her today. But what's a drink? She won't mind. Not like we had anything planned for tonight. Yeah. I deserve to go out for a drink with my buds. Why not? I work hard. Put food on the table. Keep a roof over her head. I'm entitled. It's not like she can complain. What does she do all day? Lie around watching the television more than likely.
Now that I think of it, why the hell shouldn't I? Not like I'll get home and supper will be waiting on the table. Yeah. That will teach her. Better start appreciating me more. I'm nobody's whipping boy, that's for sure. Hey, John! Wait up, man. Sure I'll go for that drink. The old lady can manage on her own for a night.