Sandra was sprawled out on the couch, idly flipping through channels on the TV. Her husband Tom sat in his armchair, engrossed in a football game on the big screen. Sandra sighed and tossed the remote aside in frustration.

“Seriously Tom, this is the best you can do? A stupid game?” she complained. “I’m so bored. Can’t we go out or something?”

Tom barely glanced up from the screen. “Nah babe, I wanna watch this game. Why don’t you just go read or take a bath or something.”

Sandra huffed in annoyance and crossed her arms over her chest. She was starting to get seriously pissed off. They never did anything fun anymore. It was all Tom wanted - sit on his ass and vegetate in front of the idiot box.

As if sensing her mounting irritation, Tom finally deigned to look over at her. “What’s your problem? Why you gotta be so difficult all the time?”

“I’m not being difficult!” Sandra shot back, glaring at him. “I’m just tired of sitting around here doing nothing! I want to have some fucking fun for once!”

Tom rolled his eyes and waved a dismissive hand. “Fine, fine. We’ll go out next weekend, okay? Just let me watch the damn game in peace.”

Sandra made an exasperated sound but let it drop. Arguing with Tom never got her anywhere. He was so goddamn stubborn sometimes.

She flopped back against the couch cushions with a groan. Maybe she should just give up and watch a movie by herself in the bedroom. Anything was better than this utter boredom.

As she sat there stewing, a commercial came on the TV. It was some fitness place offering a “Sweat-Off” challenge between a husband and wife and another couple. The couple who won got to fuck each other’s spouse.

Sandra’s eyes widened as she watched, intrigued. The men wrestled in the ring, muscle against muscle, grunting and straining against each other. Their wives cheered them on, bouncing and jiggling in their tight little outfits.

When the commercial ended, Sandra couldn’t shake the thoughts from her head. She turned to look at Tom with a calculating expression.

“How about that challenge?” she said suddenly. “We could totally kick their asses! You’re way stronger than any of those other dudes.”

Tom looked at her like she’d lost her mind. “You can’t be serious. That’s a fucking joke. I’m not getting in some ring to roll around with some other guy.”

Sandra pouted and reached over to run a hand up his thigh. “But honey, it could be fun! And you know I’ve been craving a good, hard fucking. You never seem to have time for me anymore.”

She leaned in closer, her voice low and seductive. “If we won, you could watch me ride that huge cock and scream his name while he pumps me full of cum. Wouldn’t you like that, baby?”

Tom shifted uncomfortably, feeling his cock start to swell at the mental image. “I ... I don’t know ... it’s pretty messed up...”

Sandra purred and squeezed his hardening bulge. “It’s just a little fantasy, right? And think how amazing you’ll feel when you pin that other guy and make him submit to you. You’ll prove once and for all that you’re the real man.”

Tom considered this, the idea starting to appeal to his competitive nature. He did need to show Sandra that he was still a virile, dominant male.