Kali Cardano drives home in her mini van after a stressful day at work thinking about all the household chores she will be burdened with when she arrives. "At least the kids will be with my parents," she thinks to herself.
Being a pretty thirty-two year old woman in the sales field leaves her to deal with too many, demanding, middle aged men and sends her home mentally exhausted everyday.
"Where are the kids," her husband Michael asked, annoying her just hearing his voice.
"They're at my parents," she replied in her raspy annoyed voice.
Michael sat in his recliner watching his wifes ass as she walked past him in a fast pace trying to hurry and get things done before she had to pick the kids up. Even after eight years of marriage he still couldn't keep his eyes or hands off her body. He sits and wishes she would dress more sexy.
Her firm breast were nice but he loved her defined calf muscles, her thick thighs, and especially the way her ass stuck out from the small of her back. She can credit all these feature to her years of gymnastics and cheerleading in high school and college. Michael sat and thought to himself how he loved almost everything about his wife's physical appearance. "We should get it on real quick," he said to her.
She turned her head quickly to look at him making her straight brown hair swing out from her head. Her usual puppy dog brown eyes burned with rage as she looked at him. Her lightly freckled face scrunched with anger and disgust. "No, is that all you ever think about," she answered in her usual annoyed tone.
"Ya, it would be nice to get a little once in a while," he quickly answered back. He sat and thought to himself she couldn't really be as uptight about sex as she always acted to be. "then again, it's been this way for their entire marriage," he thought to himself.
After Kali left to get the kids Michael was left once again to resort to the Internet to quench his desires. He masturbated to images, movies, and stories of white woman being used by hung black men. He has always had a desire for this type of pornography but knew his wife would never understand let alone do anything like it. He always imagined the woman in the videos were Kali and when a husband was involved he imagined it were him. It always got him off seeing these white woman being stretched and dominated by large black males.
Michael and Kali lie in bed watching television. She reaches for him and starts rubbing his crotch making him erect. After removing just their pants she climbs on top of him and routinely begins to ride him. Unenthused by this routine sex he became flaccid making her angry, confused, and hurt. "What's wrong with you? Don't I turn you on? Is it me?" she asks him almost suggesting it's the couple pounds she has put on since they first started dating. "This is like the tenth time this happened!"
"It's not you physically, Kali, it's just the whole routine of it. Don't you ever get bored with the same old thing all the time? I bought you a toy you used it for two minutes, I got you sexy cloths you refuse to put them on, you get irritated every time I bring up sex, and insist you don't have any fantasies when I ask you what they are.
"I don't have time to fantasize," she said once again annoyed. "I don't understand why I have to dress and act like a SLUT to make my husband hard!" she fired at him. "And that dildo you bought me is to f'n huge!" She rolled over a drifted off to sleep not speaking to her husband for days.