Terri was frustrated. She and Paul had been together for several years, and the flame of sexual desire that once consumed them had diminished to a flickering ember. At the start of their relationship, they'd been having sex almost every day and often three or four times a day. Now it seemed even three or four times a month would be an improvement.

Maybe it was partly her fault. They'd grown too comfortable with each other. She hadn't really made much of an effort recently and had passively waited for Paul to initiate things every time. Well, that was about to change.

She was dressed up, as she often had been in those early days, but tonight she had gone all out. The low cut black dress she wore had been one of Paul's favourites back when they still went on dates. The bright red stilettos were a sharp contrast, adding inches to her height and emphasising her legs. Her freshly styled hair cascaded down her shoulders in loose curls. Terri had taken care to apply her makeup meticulously, accentuating her eyes and painting her lips to match her shoes.

She twirled in front of the bedroom mirror, admiring her reflection. She might be ten years older, but the dress still fit her perfectly, and she knew she looked good in it. Taking a deep breath and pausing only long enough to add a hint of her favourite scent, she walked down the stairs.

Paul didn't even glance from the football game on TV as Terri entered the room. She sighed, irritated that he hadn't even looked up to catch her grand entrance. She had tried to get his attention all evening, flirting shamelessly, brushing up against him suggestively, but he seemed to be more interested in the game than her. That wasn't how she'd pictured this going.

In a fit of pique, she decided to take matters into her own hands. She walked across the room to where he was sitting, swaying her hips provocatively. She stood in front of him, blocking the screen and her hands on her hips.

"Hey there, big boy," she purred, batting her eyelashes. "I've been thinking about you all night."

Paul grunted, leaning to the side to look past her, his eyes still glued to the TV. Terri felt a surge of anger and humiliation. She was not going to be ignored. She stepped closer to him, her body mere inches from his.

"Look at me," she demanded, her voice low and sultry.

Paul finally tore his gaze away from the TV, looking up at her with a mixture of confusion and irritation. Terri didn't care. She was on a mission. She slowly began to strip, starting with her dress. She let it fall to the floor, revealing her lacy black lingerie.

Paul's eyes widened as he took in the sight of her. Terri smiled, feeling a surge of satisfaction. Now she had his attention. She reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, letting it fall to join her dress on the floor. She stood before him, her breasts bared, her nipples hard.

She ran her hands over her body, caressing herself. She lifted one breast, her tongue flicking out over her nipple, her eyes never leaving Paul's, silently challenging him. She could feel the heat building between her legs. Terri couldn't remember ever behaving so wantonly. To her surprise, she found herself enjoying it.

She was wet, soaking wet. She could feel it with every sway of her hips as she danced provocatively in front of Paul. The scent of her musk filled the air, overpowering the feeble perfume she had applied just moments earlier.

Terri slid her hand into her panties, stroking her pussy. She closed her eyes, letting out a low moan.Paul was staring at her as if mesmerised, unmoving, his mouth hanging open. Terri opened her eyes again, locking her feral gaze on him. She smiled, a wicked grin.

"Fuck me, Paul," she commanded, her voice husky.

As if her words had broken a spell, Paul sprang to life. He stood up, pulling Terri roughly towards him. He kissed her hard, his tongue exploring her mouth. Terri responded, her body pressed against his, her hands on his chest as though making a feeble attempt to push him away. She could feel his cock through his pants, pressing against her stomach. He seemed bigger somehow, harder.

Paul pushed her down onto the couch, ripping her panties in his haste to strip them from her. He spread her legs, his fingers exploring her pussy. Terri moaned, her body writhing beneath him. It felt so good, so fucking good. Each thrust of his fingers inside her brought a moan to her lips, made her hips rise to meet him. Terri could feel herself nearing the peak. So close. Just a few more thrusts of his fingers and she'd be there...

He must have sensed the change in her. Paul stopped and held his fingers to her lips. Terri whimpered with frustration as she licked them, tasting herself on his fingers. She was so distracted by her disappointment that she didn't notice Paul as he positioned himself between her legs until he thrust into her, hard and deep. Terri cried out, her back arching off the couch.

Paul began to fuck her, hard and fast. Terri could feel herself being used, being taken. It was exactly what she wanted. She felt like a sex doll, a toy for Paul to play with. And she loved it.

Paul fucked her for what seemed like hours, his cock pounding into her. Terri could feel herself on the brink of orgasm again, her body trembling with pleasure.

Paul lifted her legs onto his shoulders, impossibly driving his cock even deeper into her. His voice was strained as he gasped "I'm coming, Terri!"

It was as if Terri's body had been waiting for that moment. As she felt the first twitch of his cock inside her, her orgasm came crashing over her like a wave. She cried out, her body shaking with pleasure. They lay there, panting and sweaty, for several minutes. Terri finally sat up, looking at Paul with a sly smile."So, what was the score of the game?" she asked.

Paul looked at her, confused. "I don't know," he replied. "I wasn't really watching."

Terri laughed, a wicked gleam in her eye. "I know"