"What are you doing to me?" she asked."Fucking you," I said. "Fucking you hard. I think it's been a long time since you've been fucked and I think you... need it.I rotated my hand so I could rub her clitoris with my thumb while I finger fucked her. She threw her head back and began moaning. Her hips were thrusting to meet my hand."Yeah, that's it baby. Fuck my hand," I growled. I looked through the windshield and could see the parking garage security guard driving slowly by us. I look right at. She never said anything. She never complained. She just stopped being as interested. In the beginning, right after we got married, we’d make love three or four times a week. As I started working more, it got less often; maybe twice a week, then once a week. Now, it was once or twice a month, if that. She rarely said no, she just didn’t come on to me like she used to. I guess I should have known.I called and said I’d be really late, like midnight. Then, just after eight PM, my boss called. His. His stiffening rod bounced out as if spring-loaded.“Oh,” Becky cooed. “That’s a nice one you have there. Too bad Aimee didn’t get to experience it.”She licked her lips, a calculated move to make Colton stay. Becky knew she wasn’t a beauty like her niece. But she knew that most young men wouldn’t turn down free pussy either. Counting on this gave her hope.The string quartet hired to play music for the ceremony started their performance. The sound, though not loud, carried into the stable.It had. Our marriage seems normal, what ever that is in this day and age. We met while in our twenties, dated about a year, and then got married. She pops out a kid about every two years. I got tired of the pop outs so I had a vasectomy after the last one.Well, this was one of those days where we all, the two teenagers, my wife and I, have dinner together. The kids talked a little about school and Cindy talked about her part time job at the library. After the last two kids entered high school she was.