Women wanted it just as much as men, and what her husband failed to realize, her sex drive was on ten. ALL. THE. DAMN. TIME! Kendra Stone-Turner

She would be wrong if she went out there and fulfilled her needs somewhere else. Would she though? It was sex, no shame that she wanted it all the time, and her husband knew that the moment they met and she gave him a blow job at her father's club Stone's.

Sex on the first date, he moved in with her within a month and in less than a year they were happily married.

That was two years ago and the honeymoon was officially over. Whereas in the beginning, he was there for her, tit-for-tat, lick-for-lick, orgasm-to-orgasm. Every morning, noon, and night. Quickies would do the job. Handys and blow-jobs sometimes were enough for her. All-nighters were her preference but beggars couldn't be choosy.

She loved her man's dirty drawers and would do anything for him and thought he felt the same. They went from fucking several times a day till once a day to every other day, till now, maybe once a week, if that.

And that one time was a half-assed job. Like he went through the motions but did not enjoy it.

"Babe, stop!" Desmond pushed her away while she tried to caress his flaccid length under the covers. He slid out of the bed and put on his boxers since he slept naked. She could not help but admire his sexy physique. Sometimes she wondered how she was so lucky to find a man like him. Full beard on his dark chocolate skin with his hair trimmed low and always lined to perfection. Tall at six feet two, slim but muscled, from playing basketball weekly with the guys at the Y.

Desmond Turner, 27, married to Kendra

"I have to get to work, I can't be late if I want a shot at partner one day."

Her husband was not only sexy and gorgeous but smart too. She met him his last year in law school, and now he was at Brown, Smith & Cooper Law Firm one of the youngest junior partners. It was one of few all-Black law firms in the St. Louis area. He made a lot of money and he loved to shower it on her.

But she would rather he shower her with dick.

Desmond went off to shower and she contemplated joining him, but she let him have his peace. If he was in a rush, he surely would not give her a couple of minutes of satisfaction. So she watched him dress and rush off to work without even kissing her goodbye.

Was there something wrong with her?

She stripped naked and examined herself in the full-length diamond-studded mirror. Face, flawless. Hair was the best she could buy. Breasts, Double Ds were bought and paid for. Slim waist and flat stomach, check. Ass that you could sit a water bottle on, all-natural. Thick thighs to match. Not a skinny bitch for sure, but Desmond always loved her body.

He would cover it in sticky maple syrup, his favorite flavor, and lick it all up from her curvy body, not leaving a drop. It had been a long time since he done that. Way too long.

She walked around their large house in Maplewood nude. Why not? No one else was there. Desmond was at work. She was all alone and frustrated. She needed her man planted between her thighs thrusting in and out trying to break her back. What the hell was going on?

Now she was hungry. She scrambled some eggs in a bowl, chopped peppers, onions, and mushrooms, sauteed them in a lightly sprayed pan, then added the eggs. Thick as she was, she was a health nut and limited carbs, sugars, and processed foods. Bad, thick bitches still needed to eat right.

How could he leave her so sexually frustrated? She was hot and horny and he left early for work. What was she supposed to do now?

Toys! They would have to do for now.

Her "Treasure Chest" was filled to the brim with a variety of sizes of dildos, vibrators, several magic wands, butt plugs, clit rings, kegel balls, and nipple clips. Desmond knew about her chest full of pleasure and sometimes liked to use them on her. That was part of what she loved about him, he was even freakier than her.

The bigger the better she found was best for the toys. Since it was not a live person, size mattered when it came to toys. She wanted to reach her orgasm fast, and a vibrating ten-inch was better than six inches with a live hot-bodied man. That was her husband, an average-sized endowment, but he knew how to use it.

The large toys never intimidated him. He was not afraid they would "stretch" her out. Some men did not like to see a plastic dick bigger than there's. Not her man.

After satisfying herself, she showered and dressed, made her face up, slipped on her fuck-me stilettos, and left the house to get to her black Mercedes-Benz S-Class. It was a gift to herself for her twenty-sixth birthday. She looked fly, she liked to drive fly.

She made her way to work, though sometimes she loathed being there. Her older sister thought she ran everything. Her baby sister always wanted attention. Her mother, always gorgeous, she felt like a shadow beside her. Her father, she believed, doted on her other sisters and let them do anything that they wanted.

So what she only had an Associate's Degree from a community college and Jae had a Master's. She was just as smart as her. She did not want to look at vajayjays all day, or even talk about them like her sister did all day. Her sister looked into heads all day telling people they were not crazy and sex was good.

Her parents did not expect her to follow in either of their footsteps, become a doctor or a stripper. In that case, she felt like she settled for something in between. She worked designing outfits and staging for the exotic performers at Sextacy and II. It was a lot of work because they hired lots of strippers, male and female.

"Hey Ms. Stone," the hottie male stripper Brick Black said to her, as he walked down the hall.

He was one sexy man, but not her type. Now if she was a cheating girl, she would take him somewhere to play with.

"That's Mrs. Stone-Turner to you," she corrected him. She officially changed her name after her marriage two years ago. She wanted everyone to know she was a married woman, but also, her father's name meant something to her so she wanted to keep it.

"I'll let you get to work then, Mrs. Stone-Turner."

She wondered if Brick was gay or straight because she never knew with the male strippers they hired. Most were gay and they loved to gossip with her about the brothers that were still undercover. She preferred working with male strippers over women. Women were cattier. She had not friended any of them, but she was cool with a few of the male strippers.

They did not look at her as the boss, they looked at her as a co-worker.

She did not like that. Her father owned the business, therefore they should give her that much respect. She wanted more responsibility at their establishments. That was the first thing she planned to do when she marched into her father's office. He was not there, he may be with a patient, so she sat at his desk and scrolled through her phone and waited.

After about twenty minutes, her handsome father walked in, took off his lab coat and hung it on the back of the door.

"Hey baby girl, you need something?"

"Yes Dad, I want you to take me more seriously around here, give me more to do."

He shooed her from his chair and sat at his desk, put on a pair of his reading glasses as he grabbed a file from his desk. "Like what?"

"More of the business, how it runs. I want to help with more than costume changes and making everyone look pretty."

"Well you're good at it baby girl, that's always been your thing. Even as a little girl you always made clothes for your sisters and did their hair and-"

She rolled her eyes and waved that off. "I'm twenty-six, not a kid anymore."

"Okay baby girl, what else do you want to learn about the business? You want to try your hand at the stage?"

She scoffed at that idea. Not ever was she interested in showing her goodies on stage to horny men. She did not see how her mother enjoyed doing it and now her little sister. Men throwing money at her? Nope, never, no shade to the ladies that did it. They actually made a killing...but money wasn't everything.

"Tell you what baby girl, go talk to your sister, she knows a lot more about the day-to-day." He stood. "I have to run to Two and check on some things."

"But Daddy!" She did not want to go to her sister about any of this. Jae would only tell her something dumb like go back to school and get a "real degree." She did not need a degree to one day run the business, only someone to show her what to do.

She left her father's office and went into her office, immediately going to work on a plan to learn more about her family's business.

A/N: Kendra and her husband, oh, there is something going on.