Family Ties/Slap him across the face for him dismissing you.
You slap his squarely across the jaw, not hard, but more than enough to get his attention and make him drop the remote. “You bastard! Here I am, shoving my titties in your face, ready to ride your cock like a horny slut and all you can worry about is Timmy peeking?” you tell him, grabbing the remote and turning the television off.
Steven, while nursing his reddened jaw says, “Stacy, I just don’t want to encourage his peek…” He tries to explain his actions but you cut him off.
“At least he’s showing me some attention!” You can’t believe those words just came out of your mouth, but it doesn’t stop you from continuing. “Any other man would have ripped of my clothes off and fucked me right over the coffee table, the hell with who saw,” you tell him, straining yourself not to start yelling. You grab hold of your jeans, fastening them back in place and pull your blouse back on.
“Baby, what the hell has gotten into you?” Steven asks, still completely oblivious to anything he might have done wrong.
“It’s what’s not in me is the problem, Steven,” you say evenly as you button the blouse back up. “Since you’re so worried about touching me when the kids are around, you can sleep here on the couch. That way Timmy won’t peek on us fucking later,” you tell him sternly, giving up on trying to button the blouse back up, settling for covering yourself with it. You stomp off towards the stairs and toss the remote over your shoulder at him.
“Bedroom doors have locks,” he calls out sarcastically from behind you.
“So do chastity belts!” you comment back at him as you begin to mount the stairs. “Good night.”
Horny, frustrated and alone for the night it would seem, you: