Georgia smiled softly to herself as she considered all this. Taking both of her protuberant pink nipples between thumb and forefinger, she toyed with them until they stiffened in self-defense, imparting pleasant sensations into her swollen breasts and a corresponding tingle deep down in the center of her belly. She was not a wanton, but only a normal woman who had come to enjoy her husband's sexuality, and of late that sexuality had been somewhat lax. Consequently, every morning she seemed to wake up more aroused than the morning before.

Not that Howard noticed. Indeed, he didn't seem to notice anything much lately except his business affairs. His company had put together a hefty real estate package recently on the west side of the Chicago River only to have it come out in the newspapers that instead of developing the area as they had promised the original owners, the City of Chicago, the land was being re-sold at a tremendous profit to the federal government for an office complex. Consequently his entire organization seemed currently to be in a constant state of upheaval and anxiety over what new charges would arrive with each new day and – in particular – what citizens' lawsuits were in the offing. The prospect was grim. And her Howard had been one of the original prime movers who had clinched the deal through connections at City Hall. His handsome head would be on the block if the public got too noisy.

Georgia patted her breasts and then pushed her hands up in back of her lengthy hair, and let it fall again. Her pretty head couldn't really get much interested in men's affairs. All she knew was that Howard just wasn't performing in bed as usual.

As yet she hadn't made her mind up what to do about it, however. She kept expecting him to break out of the doldrums at any moment.

"Georgia, have you seen my cufflinks?" came a cross voice from the bathroom, and then her husband was standing in the doorway, fiddling with the sleeves of his shirt, his shock of wavy black hair falling forward over his forehead. He was clad only in his underwear and the shirt, and her eyes locked unavoidably on the spot where his genitals nestled between his legs, but disappointingly, there was no special bulge there to excite her.