Laura's nostrils dilated and she looked across the great length of their plushly carpeted living room to the large mirror on the opposite wall. She was wearing a pink chiffon robe which only negligently concealed her sumptuous young curves. Her breasts were full and widely spaced, like ripe white pears. Their uptilt was firm and gravity defying, their tops a gentle ski slope of glossy smooth flesh running into small outswelling areolas topped by strawberry-hued nipples which tended to stiffen embarrassingly easy.

For the rest of her, there were long thighs of soft alabaster flesh tapering into long slender begs, tiny ankles and perfectly fashioned feet. Above the rounded curve of her hour glass hips her waist seemed to disappear, only to flare out aged into a torso that ended in softly squared shoulders. Her face was a perfect oval with cupid's bow lips that had a sultry pout to them, and her complexion was flawless, her cheeks naturally rosy. When Laura fluttered her long dark eyelashes, any man could be forgiven for forgetting himself. Everything taken together, when her long blonde hair was falling softly around her pretty face and shoulders, the only word to describe Laura was breathtaking. She had the body of a wanton burdened by the mind of a puritan.

Her long and slender nail-polished fingers were pulling at the belt of her gown now, and then it was falling open to reveal the smooth expanse of milk-white skin passing from her throat, down between the swelling hillocks of her breasts to the tiny kiss-nook indentation of her navel, and finally ending in the sparse blonde pubic curls nestling over her subtly concealed vaginal slit.

Laura breathed deeply. She knew that by any measure she was a beautiful woman. But why, then, had the sexual side of her marriage failed so? What was wrong with her? Why couldn't she respond, even with the man who was her husband?

Or was Ralph asking for too much? Those lewd things he was always suggesting… it was enough to make any properly brought up girl cringe. But his suggestions were always phrased in such a joking manner… maybe he didn't really mean them?