<strong>"Your Needs?" </strong>Peter sunk on the bed even more.  He thought they had a fairly decent sex life, once a week depending on their schedules, and sometimes he was exhausted from the gym, sometimes she had a headache or on her period, but he was oblivious to her feeling she needed it more.<br/><br/><strong>"But...But..." </strong>He tried to fight back some tears, and clearing his throat before continuing, trying to gather his thoughts.  Seeing her in the shirt, it just covered her ass, her gorgeous toned legs looking long, all the feelings of when they first dated rushed back.  He started to see that they weren't having sex as frequently as they did when they first met and dated, but wasn't that usually how marriages worked, especially after kids.<br/><br/>Now conflicted,<em>Was this my fault?</em>He often wondered if he was any good in bed, lasting usually about 5-8 minutes, maybe longer if he had been drinking.  He usually had to work hard to make her cum, and never before had he heard the noises of ecstasy come from inside her as what he just heard moments ago.<br/><br/><strong>"I'm Sorry.  I thought you were happy, and our sex life was OK.   Why...Why didn't you tell me?"<br/><br/></strong>