Sarah and John had a typical marriage. Both average in every way. Average household income, average three bedroom house in the average suburban neighborhood of the average American city. And now, done raising their average three children and putting them through college. John, at six-two and two-hundred and ten pounds, still somewhat in shape at forty-seven, even with a bit of a belly, he works as an accountant at a large corporation. He's slightly balding with a touch of gray hair, and shaves everyday, whether he needs to or not. His hobbies are watching sports, and playing golf, with a little bit of fishing thrown in.
Sarah, typical American wife at five-three, long curly blonde hair, which she keeps blonde faithfully with monthly visits to her hairdresser. At forty-six, she's still looking young, although her 38c's are just not as firm as they use to be. And, her butt has gotten a bit bigger over the years. Working in an office environment has taken its toll on her posterior as well as her middle, but she's still not flabby. She enjoys gardening when she can, as well as reading. Both still enjoy the outdoors and camping.
But then there's sex. Sarah has never been a big fan of it, as she has always considered it greatly over rated. Of course, she has a low sex drive, thanks to a very small clit that takes forever for her hubby to take care of. Not that he minds, he enjoys the challenge. Plus, when she does cum, it's like the apocalypse. But Sarah, she isn't satisfied with her orgasms. Yeah, she enjoys her orgasms, but the whole deal leading up to it is way too time consuming.
So, they're celebrating twenty-six years of marriage in three months, as they tied the knot in his third year of college. Of course, the fact she put out one night and forgot to make him wear a rubber caused the marriage. But they got a healthy baby boy out of it, the first of three kids, the two girls born three and four years after the oldest.
The house seems so empty now. The youngest girl has been out of the house for a few months now after her own marriage. She's rather lonely, it seems. John never was much of a conservationist. And their hobbies don't really lend to mutual fun. She can't stand golf, he found that out the one time he took her out. Promised to never try that again. They do go off camping more. But, that involves John wanting to fuck her ragged all night. Not exactly her cup of tea. The house is almost paid for, John has worked his ass off since the kids were little, and another year, it'll be theirs.
John was watching football that cool Autumn Saturday evening, Sarah reading on the couch, some magazine about love and relationships. This one was on cheating, and what she read got her thinking. It talked about how women that don't satisfy their mates, tend to have hubby's that wander outside the marriage for some closer companionship. Everything she read in the article sounded like her. She started wondering, has her John ever cheated on her?
She put the 'zine down, and looked at her hubby. Really, she thought, he still isn't that bad looking. Sure he's gotten a bit out of shape, the spare tire about his middle, and he's starting to bald, but has he fooled around on her? Her stare was turning into a glare, and as he watched the game, something told him to look her way. He saw that look, and immediately, he didn't like it. His smile disappeared, as he asked "What?"
Her face got a pouted look on it, and she picked her magazine up and started reading it again, saying coldly, "Nothing!"
He sighed, thinking yeah, right. He started watching the game again, wondering what the fuck he did now. All married men know about this, don't know what the problem is, but sure as hell know they'll be paying for it sooner or later. He was hoping later, as the Fighting Irish were down by four and driving late in the fourth. Then he heard it, "John?" Shit, there goes the game.
"Yeah Babe?" he responded.
"Have you ever cheated on me?"
He choked on his beer, as he looked over at his wife of so many years. "Like, when have I had time?" She lowered her head, and resumed reading, not answering him. Oh shit, he's in trouble now. He got a serious look on his face, adding "No Honey, I've never been with another woman."
There was silence, as he turned his attention to the game, but she wasn't satisfied, and he knew it. Married couples always play this game, it seems. And John and Sarah are no exception. After about ten minutes of more reading, she asked "Have you wanted to?"
He laughed, quickly answering "What man hasn't?" Ah shit, he knew that was the wrong answer, right after the words left his fucking big mouth. And now he hollers out "Ah shit!"
"What?"
"The damn Irish just fumbled the ball away."
Wrong thing to say, "I'm sure the football game is more important than our marriage!" She stood up and stormed out of the room, leaving John muttering to himself. He wanted to say 'What's the problem there!', but held back. He sat, sighed heavily, and followed his wife to their room. She was on the bed, reading the same magazine.
He sat down and laid up behind her, looking over her shoulder. Immediately, he saw the article, and said "You know, you really got to stop reading such nonsense, it tends to make you think too much."
She sighed, like she was in pain, making him cringe. "Well, I know I'm not that great in the sack."
"You're fine."
"It takes me too long to cum."
"I enjoy the workout."
"I've gotten a bit of a butt."
"Some more butt to hold on to when I'm drilling that tight cunt of yours."
"And I've never really enjoyed intercourse."
"That's why my face spends a lot of time in your shaved cunt."
She rolled onto her back, and looked his way, "So, you've never cheated."
"No."
"But you've thought about it from time to time."
"Only if they met my standards."
"Which are?"
He smiled, "Breathing."
"You're an ass."
"You knew that when you married me."
