"No thank you," she said. She rolled over onto her back and placed her hand on her cunt, caressing the soft, blonde hair. Her marriage was not going well, she thought. She could not quite put her finger on the problem. Perhaps, they were bored with each other. Perhaps, they were just bored with the everyday routines of living together – waking up in the morning, eating breakfast, Roger going to work, coming home from work, eating dinner, going to bed, getting up again in the morning. Even the sex was not as much fun as it was when they were first married. There was no longer any mystery or excitement in it. Roger often left her unfulfilled, which caused her to look for sex, more and more often, outside of her marriage.

"Honey," Roger called to her, interrupting her thoughts, "I'm down to my last clean shirt. Could you take the dirty ones down to the washer while I'm gone?"

"All right, I will," she called back as the door closed behind him. She didn't quite know what to do about her shaky marriage, but she knew that she would have to do something. She still loved her husband, and she was determined to save her marriage by whatever means it took.

She dressed in a skirt and blouse, not bothering with her panties or bra, enjoying the wild, free feeling, and hastened down the hallway to the laundry room.

"Hello," a voice called to Jenny as she entered the laundry room.

"Hello there," answered Jenny. She stood facing a small, red-haired woman with green eyes that Jenny thought were the prettiest she had ever seen. The woman could not have been more than five feet tall. She wore a white tee-shirt and tight cut-off jeans, which revealed her plump, well-rounded tits, her slim waist, and her shapely ass and hips.

"You must have just moved in," said the red-haired woman. "I haven't seen you before. What's your name?"

"Jenny," she answered. "My husband and I moved here two and a half weeks ago. What's your name?"