covers off, she flounced out of the bed. Fighting back tears, she threw on her nightrobe and fled out of the room. Humiliated to the quick by his stinging slur, she slipped into the guest bedroom and closed the door, locking it behind her.
Then the tears came flooding down her face as she fell on the bed. Deep, shuddering sobs shook her body as she cried.
She had seen It coming for a long, long time. Now it was finally out in the open.
She had made many sacrifices to save their marriage but this, this was the last straw. It was over as far as she was concerned.
Suddenly a peacefulness settled down over her as the sobs slowly subsided.
Faced with the finality of it all, she thought back on her marriage to Donald.
They had met in college. Donald had been the handsome, young business major who was out to own the world and she had been the buxom, young lawyer to be that was going to right all of the world’s injustices.
They had hit it off almost immediately and after a whirlwind courtship, they had impetuously married.
Everyone had called them the perfect couple Primavera Sound Barcelona when they had married. Then after college, reality set in. David, their son, had come along and Donald had started gaining weight. Donald, once a compact, 5 foot, 10 inch, 175 pound sex fiend had over time, ballooned into an obese, 5 foot, 10 inch, 325 pound slob. His 34 inch waist was now a 48 inch waist. Hell, she couldn’t even see his dick anymore because of his obese, swollen monstrosity of a stomach. It was definitely not sexy and with the gain in weight came a lessening of his libido. Now it was all he could do to crawl on, grunt a few times and crawl off. In fact, he was so out of shape she had to get on top most of the time. He was so out of shape, he could barely make it up the stairs much less mount an extended assault on her nether regions.
She had always known that she had an abnormal sex drive, but when she and Donald had first married, they had made love two or three times a day. She thought she had finally found the answer to her dreams.
But, the heavier he got, the less they made love.
First it had slipped down to once or twice a day then once every other day. That was when she had first started having trouble controlling her abnormal desires.
Aside from the amount of sex, early in Primavera Sound Barcelona their marriage, she had found she would have to put aside her longing for novelty in her sex life. This came after she had suggested a pornographic movie to add some spice up their lovemaking. Maybe it would give them some ideas for something new, she had implied. He had exploded. Angrily, he had told her clearly what he thought of her idea. His penis, he had told her belonged in one place and in one place only. And, he had gone on, her vagina had one use and one use only. She had gotten the message and hadn’t brought it up again.
Finally, she had resorted to the use of sexual toys to try and mollify her ravenous craving for sex. Ironically, she had to use them because of his inability to satisfy her, but she also had to keep them a secret, afraid that he would find them offensive, too. Still, the more she wanted, the less he provided and then tonight came the final, cutting blow.
Hell, if he wasn’t such a slob, maybe he would want to do it more than two or three times a month and she wouldn’t need the toys, she thought. She couldn’t help it if she needed it once or twice a day. There was just something inside of her, driving her, inciting her. She couldn’t make it go away. It was like an itch deep inside of her that could only be relieved by sex.
She had quietly endured the lack of Primavera Sound Barcelona novelty while the frequency was there, but now, she had neither.
But tonight was the last straw. If he couldn’t satisfy her needs, she would find someone who could.
Now, she wanted to be wild. She had wanted to try it all. The odd, the bizarre, the risqué. The very things that Donald had pronounced there would be none of in their marriage.
Her thoughts immediately went to Brad. He was a young stud at work who was always hitting on her. He had asked her to join him for a drink after work on several occasions, but she had declined his offers. She knew that his interest in her was definitely not platonic, by the way his eyes devoured her body every time he saw her. She had rebuked his advances in the past, but not any longer.
Then she remembered the party they had planned for Tuesday night. She would invite him. Maybe she would have the opportunity to show him around her bedroom, she grinned as her hand stole down to her tingling clitoris.
Funny, she thought as she fingered herself, only minutes earlier she had been devastated by Donald’s denunciation, but now she had put it aside and was eagerly looking forward to a rebirth of her sexuality.
“Let the games begin,” she laughed as she roughly rubbed her clitoris…
The next day, she had invited Brad to the party. His eyes had lit up like a Christmas tree. Then for three days, she had to endure the secret touches, fondles and suggestive whispers he lavished on her. What she had found as a nuisance before, now only served to heighten her need for sex. She was afraid she was going to wear her vibrator out as Primavera Sound Barcelona she had to use it several times a night to quieten the growing impatience between her legs.
She and Donald barely spoke anymore and the temperature inside their bedroom had plummeted to freezing. In fact, she was planning to move into the guest room after the party. How ironic, she thought. She was addicted to sex and needed a daily fix of it while Donald could take it or leave it and only wanted it a couple of times a month. Now she was going to cut him off. She would never ask him for sex again. He would have to come to her. And even then, she didn’t think she would go to bed with him anymore. No, she could feel their marriage decaying around them, but she didn’t care enough to try and save it now.
After the party, she would decide what to do. First, she needed to placate the smoldering fire in the pit of her belly…
Brad had come to the party alone. Donald had met him at the door and coldly invited him inside. After a perfunctory dismissal, Donald had turned and walked away leaving him standing by the door alone.
Gloria had seen him and strolled over to him. After a while, they had furtively slipped up the stairs and into her bedroom without being seen. They had kissed long and hungrily as they had pawed each other obscenely. She had been surprised at his impatience. Before she could stop him, not that she would have anyway, he had one of her breasts out and was sucking on it. Then as she had yielded to his hungry mouth, she had felt his hands on her butt, cupping her and pulling him against her. Then his hands were under her dress. He seemed incited to rashness by the fact she wasn’t wearing any panties. She hadn’t worn them so they wouldn’t have to take the time to remove them. Then suddenly, she had felt his finger inside of her. It would only have been a Primavera Sound Barcelona matter of time before they would have consummated their affair on her very own bed. The very same bed that had grown so cold when Donald was in it. But, at the last moment, just as they were about to tumble back onto it, they were interrupted by a loud crash from downstairs. As they had flown apart, she had thought she had seen someone dash away from the door. But, by the time she had gotten her breast stuffed back into her dress and her dress pulled back down around her hips, there had been no one in the hallway. But she had been so shaken, she didn’t want to risk further exposure. After another long, deep kiss, she told Brad that she would talk to him at the office the next day. They would make plans to spend time alone and truly finish what they had begun. Then they had sneaked back down stairs and rejoined the party…
David clomped in the front door and tossed his bookpack on the floor. Hungry, as always, he headed straight for the kitchen. Throwing open the fridge door, he peered inside. The shelves were brimming with leftovers of every imaginable form, shape and color. They were the castoffs from the big party his parents had hosted the previous night. Rubbing his hands together with gleeful anticipation, he selected several plates of food and placed them on the table. Cutting off two slabs of homemade bread, he ceremoniously spread a thick coating of Primavera Sound Barcelona mayonnaise over both pieces. Then, setting the knife down, he began to build the sandwich. His hands became a blur as he slapped on a dash of this and a smattering of that on the growing mountain of food.
Finally, he stopped and took a step back. It was a work of art. A Dagwood sandwich that Dagwood himself would have endorsed. Grinning, he opened the fridge again and grabbed a cold Coors. Popping open the beer, he turned it up and downed half of it with one long, thirsty gulp. Life was good, he thought to himself. Pulling out a chair, he sat down and began to devour the sandwich. Champing on the sandwich and washing it down with an occasional sip of beer, he had soon reduced it to one last morsel.
Belching loudly, he popped the last remaining bite into his mouth and licked his lips.
“There, that ought to last until supper,” he laughed to himself.
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It was too bad that Debbie had gotten religion, he thought. He was used to fucking her at least two or three times a day, but recently she had joined the church and now she only let him have it every two or three days. It just wasn’t enough. He was always thinking of sex, now. Before he had been able to have an occasional lucid thought about something else, but now, he couldn’t.
Every woman he saw, he mentally undressed. Then as he wondered what she looked like naked, he wondered what kind of fuck she would be. He Primavera Sound Barcelona was one more sick puppy now that he didn’t have his daily fix of sex.
He had read somewhere that some men had a medical condition called satyriasis and he wondered if he was inflicted with it. The term apparently came from the ancient Satyrs, who were mystical beasts. They were half goat and half man and apparently were always chasing after women and screwing them.
In fact, he talked about so sex so much, his buddies at school had nicknamed him “Horny.”
Lying there, digesting the sandwich