Karen was shocked when she suddenly felt his warm fingers and the hem of her nightgown riding up to her hips. She couldn't believe it when he began stroking the soft skin between her thighs.

"Jeff," she gasped as one of his fingers brushed across her silky pussy hair. "What do you think you're doing?"

"Feeling up my sweet wife," he whispered, groping frantically at her unresponsive twat.

"Are you crazy?" she asked. "This is the middle of the night and you have an early appointment in the morning."

"You mean I shouldn't get hot pants for you in the middle of the night?" he sighed, still probing at her cunt with his finger.

"Please, honey," the girl whispered. "Please be a good boy and go to sleep."

During their relatively short marriage, Karen hadn't found sex to be the fantastic experience she'd expected it to be. It was pleasant enough, but not exciting enough to bother with in the middle of the night when she was tired. She'd been a virgin when they were first married and she'd had high expectations about sex, but as time passed, the long-awaited sexual paradise didn't seem to materialize. She didn't dislike sex, and in fact she found it extremely pleasant, but it wasn't the profound experience that she'd expected.

"Please, honey," he whispered, rising up on one elbow and cupping one of her resilient tits through the thin material of her nightgown.

"Jeff," she gently argued, "let's go to sleep now and then we can come to bed early tomorrow night and make love."

Without answering, he reached under the covers and took her hand, guiding it toward his lust-swollen prick.