"You wanna fuck?" Bob asked as he rolled over in bed and placed his hand on his wife's hip.

"Not tonight," she answered. "Too tired." She quickly brushed his hand away, then made herself comfortable again, keeping her back to him.

"You never said no to me before, why now?"

"I told you, I'm tired. Now let me sleep."

"But you barely spoke to me at all during supper, and you didn't come into the living room to watch TV with me as you usually do. What's the matter, aren't you feeling well?"

"I feel fine, only tired."

"Well, you're not behaving as if you're fine. You're behaving strangely. And I can't believe it's because you're tired."

"Believe what you want," Mia said. "I just don't feel like fucking tonight, and that's all there is to it." She fluffed up her pillow then buried her face in it.

"Oh, come an, baby, you're just teasing me, right?" He reached around her and grabbed hold of her right tit, squeezing it hard. "Tell me you love it, tell me." He laughed as he spoke.

"I hate that shit!" she shouted, knocking his hand away. "Now leave me alone. I don't want to fuck." She slid over to the edge of their bed, putting distance between them. "You almost ripped my nightie, you bastard. If you can't take no for an answer, I'm buying my own bed."

"Shit, Mia, you've gone crazy. I think I will leave you alone. I don't need this shit. Good night."

"Good night."

Mia didn't feel at all guilty about refusing her husband's advances. Hell, he didn't deserve any of her pussy. Not even a quickie. Not even a handjob.

She had no idea how long she was going to keep this up, but she reckoned it would be quite a while before she spread her legs for her husband again. In fact, he may never see her pussy again.

She waited until she could hear her husband snoring; then, she allowed herself to fall asleep. When she awoke the next morning, Bob had already left for the office, which was just fine with her.