Sara stared at her deep blue eyes in the mirror, tightening the towel between her breasts.
"I have to do this," she mumbled to herself convincingly, "to save my marriage."
The last words trailed off as she pulled a brush through her dark hair. How long had it been since they had been together? She couldn't remember, maybe a month, maybe more. She had to do something. She let her mind drift in and out of thought, mindlessly brushing her hair.
She put the brush down and looked up into the mirror again. She had made up her mind a couple of days ago about what to do.
She would come home early from work, even though she was terribly busy. It was an investment. They had been together for several years now. "People drift apart and back together again like waves on the beach," she convinced herself.
"We're just not the same," he had said, "you and I want different things, in life, in the bedroom."
She shuddered thinking about the last words, "...in the bedroom..." what did he mean by that? She thought about it all the time. What did he want that she wasn't doing? What could she do differently?
She had searched through his small porn collection, but she couldn't see anything different. Anything she wasn't willing to do. What did he want?
She pulled the towel from her breasts and looked at them in the mirror, her hands pushing them together. "Was it this," she wondered, "because I am getting older?"
She looked away and slowly stood up, dropping the towel behind her. Whatever it was she was going to do what it took, that she was sure of.
She walked to the bedroom and turned on the light.
"Shit!" she screamed at the top of her lungs, grasping at her chest, "I didn't know you were home."
She looked at her husband laying down on the bed.
"I got home when you were in the shower," he looked up at her smiling, "you look nice."
Sara blushed and covered her body.
"Always modest," he laughed.
Sara felt her body tense, was that it? Did he want someone who was more open, more sure of their body? She dropped her hands to her side, letting him see her.
"I'm sorry," she looked to the floor, "it was just that you startled me."
Sara felt funny standing their naked, his eyes roaming over her flesh. She had this all planned out, he was going to come home and she was going to give herself up to him, but now this, his timing was so unexpected.
"I can't believe you," he nodded towards her hips, "you, you know, shaved."
Sara unconsciously ran her finger down to the smooth crease between her thighs.
"I thought it might make me look younger," she laughed nervously.
"I like it," he stared up into her eyes.
Sara felt her body shivering uncontrollably. "It was now or never", she heard her mind repeat over and over again, "now or never."
She barely realized what happened next as she drifted silently onto the bed next to her husband. She felt her hands drifting over his body.
"What do you want me to do," she looked up past his chin into his eyes and pressed her nude body into his side. "I'll do anything you want."
He looked down at her.
"Anything?" he winked. "Anything I want?"
Sara felt her confidence drift away, what, did he think it was a joke? She had tried to be convincing.
"Anything," she reached her hand out and gently squeezed his cock.
She looked up at him as she felt his hands drifting towards the button on his jeans, pulling them open.
"That would be a good place to start," he winked again.
Sara drifted down his side. Did his winking mean he thought this was a joke? She folded her hands into his underpants and gently began rubbing his hardening shaft.
She looked up into his eyes, "Like this?" she asked, opening her mouth and pulling the semi-hard cock between her lips.
She always hated doing this, it felt so demeaning, she thought to herself, his cock stiffening into the back of her throat, but she always did it. She opened her mouth wider and took him deeper inside of her.
"Oh yes," he moaned, his fingers pressing her head tighter and tighter over his cock. "That feels so nice."
Sara closed her eyes and opened her jaw as wide as she could, the cock pressing into the back of her throat. She felt a thin strand of drool drip to her chin before she could get her mouth off his shaft.
"Is that all you want?" she looked up at him, "I am yours for the evening, to do whatever you want with."
She looked up at him and bit her lip coyly.
"Really?" he looked down at her surprised, "I mean if I tell you to do anything you'll do it?"
Sara looked puzzled. What did he not understand? Was there communication so bad that he had missed all the signs, and then she had told him three times already.
"Yes, anything you want, I want to please you," she shook her head from side to side, she found herself saying the words almost too naturally.
He leaned his body back on the bed and relaxed his grip against her head.
"I liked it when you lick between my legs," he shuffled his body pulling off his bottoms and spreading his legs.
Sara felt a knot start to form in her stomach. She was really going to do this for him. She took a soft deep breath and shifted her face between his thighs, pressing her tongue out she closed her eyes and tasted the warm salty flesh ripple against her tongue.
