After all these many years together Abi could read Xavier like a book and she could tell he was put out with her, which in turn upset her. "Good lord," she thought, "Is he so desperate to have his needs met that he just wants to fuck whenever he gets horny! What about a little wooing or a little self control. It will be much more fun if we put it off for a while. and build up the anticipation. But no!" This just confirmed to her that he didn't really care about her, he just wanted her as a fuck toy. She had tried to be alluring and sweet  and flirty, and she had planned to flirt with him through dinner and had even thought on her way home earlier that she would tell him how much she loved him and how much she wanted to make their marriage work. But with Xavier sulking, she felt pushed away from him emotionally.  Dinner was consequently spent in an awkward silence.<br/><br/>She wanted to scream at him, "Care about me! I am more than my wet cunt!" ... No actually, she just wanted to sit on the floor and cry. The awkwardness continued past dinner and as they returned home after dinner. "Why do I even tryto make an effort. He thinks because Robin taught him some new sex technique that that will fix everything. I want an emotional connection. If I just want to fuck, I would find some random cock to provide the service.  Even Robin, who I haven't even known that long, is more in tune with my emotional needs."<br/><br/>By the time they got home she was ready to cry. Without a word she slammed the door of the truck and walked into the house, up the stairs and locked herself in the bathroom and there she burst into tears. "It is no use. A threesome with Xavier and Robin! I'd rather have a threesome with Robin and a stranger, because that is what it would be."<br/><br/>She couldn't control herself, she was soon sobbing as she sat on the toilet. She struggled to keep quiet. She didn't want any sympathy from that man! Finally she felt her energy begin to flag and the sobbing slowed and eventually stopped. She wiped her eyes and looked around through the haze caused by her now puffy eyes. There in the corner on the floor lay a pair of pink cotton panties from last week. She got up and cleaned herself, but purposefully didn't flush the toilet. Instead she walked over and picked up the panties.