“So that’s why you changed the day you go to town, you son of a bitch? Are you screwing her while my horny ass is stuck here? You can’t even keep me serviced. Why the hell would you need that ugly bitch?”
“Because she does what you won’t do! Okay? She gives great head and you won’t even consider it. That’s all she and I ever do. I go in, she blows me, and I leave.”
“Is that so? And when you demand me to suck on you, what do I always say, you moron?”
“What do you mean?”
“What do I tell you every time you’ve asked?”
“I don’t know!”
“Are you stupid or deaf? Maybe you just don’t listen. I always tell you that I’d be glad to go down on you when you go down on me.”
“Oh, that. You know I think that’s gross.”
“Gross! But it’s not gross for me to suck on your pee stick and swallow whatever comes out? Are you that selfish, you damn jerk?”
“I don’t…”
“You don’t what? Let me ask you something. How many times have you had an orgasm when we make love?”
“Well, every time, of course.”
“Really. And how many times have I had an orgasm when we made love?”
“I don’t know. Most of the time, I guess.”
“Wrong! And that proves you’ve never listened to me. You, my darling husband, have NEVER given me an orgasm. Never, never, never!”
“Oh, come on. I twiddle your little nub and get you off or at least get you juicy so you’re ready for me to do you.”
“Do me? Okay, husband. You listen, and you hear every damn word I say. You’re little ‘twiddle’ with your rough ‘farmer hands’ doesn’t feel all that good. How about if I take a belt sander to you pecker? Would you like that? And your three pumps one-and-done with that useless dick doesn’t have a chance of getting me off. You do your few grunts and roll over to go to sleep. I have to rub myself off to get any satisfaction.”
“I, but…”
“Look up at me, idiot. I love you and put up with the fact that you are a rotten lover. Do you hear me? Rotten! And then you have the gall to go out and get your oral pleasures from a toothless hag? Maybe I should find a guy to give me orgasms orally. Maybe Sid would step up to the plate where you keep striking out.”
“Damn it, Marcy don’t you…”
“Sit down, asshole. I’m not done. Here’s how it’s gonna be. Look out that window.”
“What?”
“Look out the damn window.”
“Shit! What’s Annie doing sitting out in the meadow?”
“See this little black box? Annie is sitting right over a package of dynamite and this is the detonator.”
“No, Marcy. You wouldn’t. That’s…”
“Shut up and listen. You’re gonna choose and you’re gonna choose right now.”
“What?”
“First, you’re gonna lick my pussy.”
“Marcy, please.”
“Look, you son-of-a-bitch, you’ve never even tried it. You might even like it. Now, get to it.”
Marcy sat back on her chair and pulled her dress up. There were no panties in the way to stop John.
“Marcy?”
“Now!”
John knew he was beaten. Reluctantly he dropped to his knees and approached his target. His face looked like he was being forced to eat manure from the barn.
“Get to it. It won’t bite.”
He got into position and sniffed at his wife’s honey pot. He didn’t want to admit it, but it smelled kinda good.