"How come you always got time to be cookin' for everybody else but you never got time to cook for me?" Ray Richardson asked. His ruggedly handsome face was clouded with anger as he stood in his bedroom, berating his wife.
"Ray, that's not true and you know it!" his wife Sheila replied. "It's lucky for us my catering business has been doing better and better. You know as well as I do we need the extra money the catering business makes. I try hard to balance our needs with the needs of my business. It might help if you were a little more understanding."
Sheila Richardson was a slim, lovely young woman with exquisite features and a wild mass of curly light brown hair. Though lean, her body was well-formed and she felt good about that. Her only complaint about her body was that her breasts were too small. She had always been very self-conscious about that.
"Shit!" Ray snorted, "I make plenty of money. If you weren't spending so goddamn much, we wouldn't have any money problems."
"I know you make good money, Ray, and I know you work hard," Sheila said calmly, trying to defuse the argument. "But we have a lot of bills, too. What with the house payment, and the payments for your truck and all, we..."
"Yeah, sure, blame it on my truck," her husband snorted, interrupting her. "I notice you didn't mention all that stuff you had to buy for your damn catering business."
Although she was determined to remain calm, Sheila couldn't keep herself from experiencing a flash of anger. For a second she felt like slapping her husband, but she knew better. Her husband, a construction worker, was very strong and had an extremely short temper.
Hoping to end the argument, she got went into the bathroom, got ready for bed, and came out wearing her nightgown. She sat down in front of her dresser, brushed out her fluffy light brown hair the way she did every night, then she laid the brush down on the dresser and stood up.
She was about to turn and go to her bed when Ray, who had stripped to his briefs while she was in the bathroom, walked over so he was standing behind her. He circled his arms around her, and cupped her breasts in his hard hands.
Even though her husband had been mean to her earlier, Sheila felt herself responding to his touch. "Ohhh!!" she murmured. She leaned back against her husband's muscular body and felt his erection prodding her bottom. Warmth and delight began to fill her.
"You feel really good tonight, baby," Ray murmured as he moved his hips and squeezed her breasts. "Real good!"
Sheila's nipples erected as her husband thumbed them crudely. Excitement shot through her. Then his caresses stopped and his hands left her.
"Come on, baby," he said, starting for the bed. "Come on over here and let's get it on!"
Sheila walked to their bed, laid down, and watched her husband strip off his briefs. The next thing he did was slide on top of her. His erection, wet with pre-cum, stabbed at her soft thighs.
"You like my cock, don't you, baby?" Ray muttered as he tugged Sheila's gown up and pushed her legs apart.
