His wife, Sarah, was equally as stunning, with long black hair and the tightest little body; they were the picture-perfect couple, an equal mix of beauty and wealth.

“I’m not stressed, now can we drop this?” Kyle asked. “There’s nothing wrong.”

“Alright,” Sarah said. “Have it your way.”

Sarah slid her hand underneath the sheets, and over to her husband. Gently she guided her fingers down his boxers, grabbing hold of his cock. It was warm, but it wasn’t hard.

She stroked it tenderly at first, and then after little response, began stroking more vigorously. Still there was little movement.

“There’s nothing wrong, huh?” asked Sarah, moving her head towards the sheets. “Let’s see if this helps—.”

“Not tonight, Sarah,” said Kyle, guiding Sarah’s hand back to her own side. “I’m not in the mood.”

Sarah was less than impressed, but this was hardly unexpected. This was the third time this month that he hadn’t been in the mood. It was a growing trend that made Sarah a little nervous.

She was a free-spirit, both socially and sexually. If there was a growing concern, Sarah wanted to know. She bit her lip, thinking about all the erotic possibilities. Could he be into S&M? Maybe he had a midget fetish? She might have to draw the line at bestiality, however.

Her hand slid underneath the sheets once more, only this time Sarah was interested in her own satisfaction as her fingers entered and exited her moist pussy.