“Why do you think that?” said Carrie.
“We don’t have sex much anymore.”
“Mmmm,” said Carrie. “Do you offer it to him?”
“What do you mean? I’m always here.”
“I didn’t ask that. When was the last time you just grabbed his cock or gave him a blow job? Or even just sat on his lap and give him a juicy French kiss?"
Suzy hesitated. “Well never really. I don’t like giving oral sex, it’s yucky. Same with French kissing. He knows that.”
“Oh my gosh,” said Carrie. “It’s a wonder he hasn’t left you let alone having an affair! How did you ever manage to have kids? One thing’s for sure, he must love you to put up with that so I doubt he’s having an affair. He’s probably doing a lot of jerking off though!”
“Carrie!” Suzy exclaimed, “I’m shocked. He’s not going to be masturbating at his age.”
I smiled at that – little did she know.
“Gosh you really are a prude, you even use the proper terms,” said Carrie. “Look, I have to go. Rick will be home soon and we’re going out. I’ll talk to you tomorrow about it and bring one of our home made sex tapes to show you how it’s really done!”
“Do you film yourselves?!” Suzy said, horrified.
“Just joking,” laughed Carrie unconvincingly. “See you later and for goodness sake give that wonderful man of yours a good fuck tonight – see ya.”
I quietly sneaked back to the front door. I heard the cooking noises resume and opened the door and called again that I was home. Listening to the conversation had given me a hard on.
Suzy came to greet me and kissed me. “Hi honey, have a good day?"
Before I could answer, she kissed me again – French kissed me! Her tongue slid into my mouth and entwined mine. She pressed her body into mine and felt my erection hard against her pudenda.
“That was quick,” she said reaching down and giving my cock a squeeze.
“What’s made you so hot and horny?” I asked, kissing her again.
“Oh I was just getting dinner ready and was thinking what a wonderful husband I have. I don’t deserve you I know that.” Tears started to well in her eyes.
“Hey,” I said. “Don’t talk nonsense. I love you and you’re the best.”
“Well maybe in the kitchen but not in bed.” She rested her head in my shoulder. “I’m sorry I’m frigid. I think you need to trade me in.”
“Well not just yet.” I laughed. “A few miles to go on the clock. How long till dinner?”
“’bout an hour.