Sarah's new approach to sex excited and encouraged Steve and made him want to go further still. Fucking Sarah's ass was a real turn-on, even more because he had wanted to do it for so long. But he knew that he had to go at her pace, that she called the shots more than ever before.
So, he was disssapointed, frustrated and felt more than down, when his attempts to repeat the exercise were sharply rebuffed the following night. "No", was the single word that passed Sarah's lips as she pushed his hands away and shifted in bed so that she was no longer lying with her back to him.
Minutes later Steve's mind spun in surprise and anticipation when he felt his wife's hand on his now flaccid cock.
"What's wrong with this?" she scolded, a terse note of sarcasm in her voice.
"S-sorry?" he replied, taken completely by surprise by her actions and the way she spoke.
"You are a little wimp sometimes," she continued, "pathetic aren't you?"
He just lay there, unsure what to say or do, his cock flickering into life and growing slowly as it responded to her touch. She squeezed it hard, taking the edge of the start of his erection and hurting him mildly.
"I said, 'you are pathetic, aren't you?'," she repeated. "I excpect an answer."
"Well, yes, I suppose..." he found himself saying.
"Yes, you are. Well, I think you should be wearing these not me."
