I'm a reasonable guy, I think. In some ways, more than reasonable.
I work hard to keep a nice house in a fairly upscale neighborhood. Hard enough in fact, that Julia, my spouse of more than nine years, doesn't have to work at all. There's still a little left over to build a small savings account, as well as keep two nice cars and sizable IRAs for eventual retirement.
Julia is quite petite, standing just about five feet tall, with attractive curves in all the right places, and definitely more than a mouthful of hot, sweet breast.
Her flaming red hair is so sexy, and speaks more about her attitude and approach to life's problems. It certainly speaks volumes about her lovemaking and passion.
Just as fire consumes all it encounters, so too does Julia. In bed, or wherever we have sex, it is always hot! Often, she climaxes many times, and eventually leaves me exhausted, consumed by the fires that burn under that flaming red pussy hair.
It was a real surprise then, several months ago, when I discovered she was having sex with another guy. I'd found her cum soaked panties in the wash, the lucky guy's semen dried and stiff inside her red satin thong. It couldn't have been mine, we hadn't made love in several days, and that had been in the morning, before her shower. I didn't say anything, though, figuring she needed a little something extra now and then to tide her over until I could pay attention to her needs.
A week or so later, I was so horny and ready to rape her when she came home from her weekly shopping trip, but she was uncharacteristically tired, and didn't want to make love.
My kisses fell on dispassionate lips, her nipples flat, unresponsive to my caresses.
But Julia loved sucking my cock, almost as much as breathing. In our entire relationship, she had never left me horny, and not at least offered me a blow job.
