"Viagra," she snorted. "What a load of shit. Men have no problem getting horny and wanting it. They should make something for women. Something that will put me in the mood all the time like you want." She tossed the paper on the table. He glanced at her and smiled. "You're always saying that. I'm sorry I love you so much. That I want you so much. If they did come up with something, would you take it?"
"Just once in a while. If I gave it back to you like you seem to want it, you couldn't take it."
He smiled again. "Well tonight's our night, as agreed, right? Every Friday? So wear what I've asked, and pretend you're interested, okay? Once a week isn't asking too much." He kissed her cheek and went out the door to work.
She stayed at the table sipping the juice he'd poured her before he'd left. She'd get her work done early so she could relax in a nice hot bath, scented with his favorite oils, before she dressed for their night together. Well, it would be over soon after it started, so she wouldn't have to fake it too long. She wanted to please him, but the physical desire just wasn't there! Once a week wasn't killing her, she guessed. The afternoon passed quickly. Soon she was done her chores and ready to relax. She plugged the tub and started running hot water into it. When it was half full she opened the bath oils and added them to the steamy water. She began to pull her clothes off, wanting to settle into her bath to sleep. The smell of lavender rose with the steam and filled her nostrils. Her nipples hardened in response. Moisture pooled between her legs.
"Odd, this has never happened before," she thought as she finished undressing. She stepped into the tub and lowered herself down into the foamy water. Her nipples hardened more. Blood rushed to, and engorged, her lips and clitoris. She felt them throb. The desire to play with herself hit her and she began to massage, then pull on her tits. She moaned as she felt her juices escape into the bath water. "No! I'll stop and hope this feeling lasts until he gets home," she thought. Reluctantly, she moved her hands from her breasts and avoided putting them near her shaved pussy.
She leaned her head back and felt her muscles loosen as the hot water worked on them. She drifted towards sleep, keenly aware of the pounding between her legs. She opened her eyes an hour later, refreshed, but not relieved of the desire that continued to keep her nipples erect and her private area lubricated. She washed quickly, avoiding lingering where she most wanted to, dried off and dressed in the nightgown and robe he'd asked her to wear. He was due home soon. She couldn't wait to feel his hands on her, exploring, taking. She hadn't felt this way in so long.
She greeted him at the door, put her arms around his neck and pulled him to her, kissing him deeply and moving her body against his. He responded as she'd hoped, the front of his pants straining for release.
"What....?" he started to say.
