"How much sex do you need Steve?" Donna my wife of ten years asked me while we were getting ready for bed.
"Tonight? As much as I can get," I said with a stupid grin on my face.
"No, not tonight, in general."
"Are we talking sex or love making, you know there is a difference."
"Damn it Steve answer the question. How many times would or could you do it a week?"
"I don't know, three times during the week and once on the weekend, why are you asking?" I said now with a concerned in my voice not sure of what was coming next.
"I figured five, but I added in the quickie we usually have on Sunday mornings before we have breakfast," she said rubbing lotion on her hands.
"Babes, I don't think four times is a lot, hell when we first got married we did it seven to ten times a week," I said thinking I was about to be cut back.
"I know, what happened? I mean why did we stop?"
"We didn't stop, we still do it, but something about life and kids getting in the way had a lot to do with it."
"Steve over the last couple of years, you've gotten old on me. What happened to the young and vibrant stud that used to chase me around the house? Now you come home from work, put your nose in the newspaper and wait around for dinner. After that, you turn on the tube and vegetate on the couch until it's time for bed. Steve you never make a move towards me anymore. I know I'm not the smoking hot twenty three year old you married, but I'm sure as hell not unattractive either," she said with her hands on her hips.
"Donna, I don't understand," I said with a confused look on my face. "You want more sex not less?"
"Earth to Steve, what do you think I've been trying to tell you for the last twenty minutes?"
"Donna, all you had to do was ask. I didn't have a clue you felt this way."
"Steve, why do I have to ask? You should want to jump my bones every chance you get shouldn't you? Ok, let me put it in words you can understand; I need more sex, not a little but a lot more."
Ok, now I know what it feels to be hit in the head by a shovel, and I didn't like it.
"You don't enjoy it when we make love?" I asked,
"I enjoy the hell out of it, but sometimes I've just got an itch that needs to be scratched. In other words, screw the appetizers; just give me the dessert and lots of it. Steve, sometimes I just want to be thrown down on the bed and fucked silly. The hell with kissing and foreplay, just pound me and get me off; that's what I'm looking for."
But you do get off when we have sex right?" I asked now concerned that she'd been faking her orgasms with me.
"I get off every time we do it, or we would have had this discussion years ago. It's just that I LOVE the feeling of getting off. I can't put into words the feeling I get when I hit the top of the mountain and you push me over the top; I just want to scream all the way down. If you were up to it, we'd be doing it two or three times in a row so I could keep having one incredible rush after another but I know that's not going to happen," she said wiping her forehead. "Now that I've got myself all worked up you're going to have to finish me off," she said jumping into my arms kissing me.
"Wait, wait a second," I said pulling back. "What have you been doing all this time when I wasn't giving you enough sex?" I asked.
Walking over to her nightstand she pulled out two items, a long black dildo and a red vibrator. Holding one in each hand she shook them at me.
"You're my starting quarterback but these are my second and third string replacements for you," she said smiling but I wasn't.
"When were you going to tell me I'm not man enough to satisfy you, or were you going to pull one of those out after we were finished for round two?" I asked now more than a little upset.
"Steve, I never said you didn't satisfy me, you get me off every time we do it. It's just that I want to do it more often that's all," she said now getting a little concerned at where this conversation was headed. "Maybe I shouldn't have brought it up," she thought to herself. "Steve, if I can't talk to you about it, who else is there?"
There are two things a wife needs to tread lightly on. One is a man's ego and the other is his performance in bed. A little praise goes a long ways, but any criticism can kill the mood in a heartbeat; and that's exactly what Donna had just done.
"It's just hard to hear I've been failing in my duties as a husband for what ten years?"
"You haven't been failing for ten years, it's just that you've slowed up the past couple of years, that's all," she said trying to plug the hole in the dam she'd opened up before it got out of control; but to Steve, the flood gates were now wide open.
"Come on hon, let's go to bed so momma can make you feel good," Donna said removing her shirt.
"You sure you want to? I'm only good for one shot a night, but that's right I've got backup now," I said in a sarcastic tone. "I'm a little tired tonight, why don't you send in the second string and catch me tomorrow when I'm rested up. I'd hate like hell to disappoint you," I said walking out of the bedroom.
"Shit that went well," Donna thought to herself as she sat on the bed. She had put off this talk with Steve for too long and now she wished that she'd waited even longer.
"If his needs weren't being met, he'd sure as hell let me know; what's the difference? I didn't do anything wrong. I tried to talk to him, and now he's sulking like a little kid with a bruised ego. Damn it, looks like no loving tonight," she said to herself grabbing the large black dildo. "Looks like it's just you and me tonight," she said turning off the light and climbing under the covers with Mr. Happy as she called it.
Inadequate, that's how I felt right now. I thought we had a great sex life, I guess I was the only one who thought that. I looked at the stairs and decided, after about ten minutes, to suck it up and go back upstairs to our bedroom.
"I'll show her what an animal I can be in bed," I told myself as I puffed up my chest and ran up the stairs. "She's going to have to beg me to stop by the time I'm done with her," I said as I busted back into our bedroom and flipped on the light.
There on the bed lay Donna. Stark naked, sweating, moaning with a twelve inch black dildo sticking out of her pussy. Can you say shock? Can you say humiliation? I couldn't because my lower jaw was now resting on the floor.
"Steve, I thought you weren't coming back," a now embarrassed Donna said trying to cover herself with the sheet and remove the dildo all at the same time, but it was too late.
"I guess I have been replaced," I said more than a little too loud. "What am I now, third string?" I said slamming the door as I left this time.
"Steve," Donna screamed out as she now found herself talking to the inside of her bedroom door. "I thought he'd be gone for at least a half hour, how did I know he'd rush right back before I was finished," she said putting everything back into her night table. "I think I fucked up big this time," wondering how in the hell she'd get herself out of this mess.
I slept on the downstairs sofa. It was short, narrow and uncomfortable as hell, which just added to my bad mood. With literally no sleep I got up tired, sore and just wanted to get dressed and get the heck out of the house. Donna was just getting out of the shower when I walked in.
"Steve, I'm so sorry about last night," she said as I went through my dresser drawers getting socks and a pair of boxers. "Please talk to me, I'm trying to apologize for last night."
"Donna, just shut up will you, I don't want to talk about it right now. Maybe tonight, or tomorrow or shit, I don't know fucking when," I said getting angry all over again. "Just leave me alone so I can get ready for work."
I showered, shaved, got dressed and kissed my kids on the way out the door; Donna wasn't the recipient of any affection this morning. I caught myself doing twenty miles per hour over the speed limit before I backed it down. No use getting a speeding ticket over this.
I had lunch with a vendor and for the first time in eight years I had a drink with my meal. I thought about having another and probably would have if I weren't going back to work. I dreaded the thought of going home, knowing she'd probably want to talk again after last night's explosion. I needed more time. I still didn't have my head around what she'd hit me with.
We 'd screwed like rabbits when we first got married, but with three kids, we'd gotten into a pattern, or listening to her, a rut. I guess I never thought about it. We went to bed and if the mood struck us, we made love but if I was tired or thought she was, I usually passed on it. It's not like I was keeping score, it was more like doing it when the mood struck us. I liked sex as much as the next guy, but my world didn't revolve around it.
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Donna was sitting at her desk letting her mind wander. "I knew my sex drive was a lot higher than Steve's as soon as we got married," Donna thought back to their first year. "I initiate it when I thought Steve wasn't going to make a move or if I was super horny. He never refused me even if I could see he was tired. Some night's I just needed that special feeling when the day didn't go as planned or the kids got on my nerves. A good orgasm took the edge off and I slept oh so much better after that," Donna smiled as she thought back to all those nights.
It didn't help much either that she worked with a group of young horny and single woman. Monday and Tuesday at lunch they would sit around and tell each other what they'd done the previous weekend and seemed they were always trying to out do one another.
"I got picked up Friday night by a guy and his buddy at the club. My roommate thought his buddy was an ass so I ended up with both of them at their place. Thank God I'm on the pill or I'd be pregnant with triplets right now. The three of us did it from Friday night until Saturday morning. We did things that are still band by the Catholic Church but had one hell of a good time," she said smiling. "I'd never had a threesome before, but that's one thing I'm definitely going to do again."
