John was taking a shower and thinking about his wife, Leah. They've been married for 14 years, most of it good. Lately, though, they've been fighting about everything. John is usually the one that lets it go and moves on. For better or for worse, right?
Not this time though. Something about this fight set him off for good. Standing in the shower he's thinking about everything she's done that's pissed him off in the last five years or so. Let her be the one to end this one. Or not, he really doesn't care anymore. Oddly, he can't recall what they're even fighting about. He hadn't spoken to her in four days and he couldn't remember why he was pissed off at her.
Sighing, he turned off the water. He dried off and walked out of the bathroom with the towel wrapped around his waist.
She was standing in front of the closet looking at him. He played it cool and just walked right by her.
"Come here," she said.
When he didn't respond she said, "I said come here." A little louder, and with a little more attitude.
Again, he said nothing.
"God damn it John. Look at me!" she practically screamed.
When he looked at her she had dropped the robe and was standing there wearing nothing but a strap-on dildo. They had done the pegging thing a few times over the years, but he was always the one who brought it up. Hell, she turned him down just about every time he brought it up. So what the fuck was this, then?
"I said come here to me," she said.
