Her fingers scissoring upon the base of Neil's pecker, squeezing the tool where it sprouted from his lower abdomen, sliding down around to tickle his nuts from above, and she made her mouth even more aggressive upon his extended nipple, praying that he'd show some response. Soon, God, soon! His prick felt so tiny and defenseless when it was limp. So tiny. So defenseless.

And so Goddamned fucking useless!

Melinda let her fingers slide down further, scissor-locking around the shaft of his prick. She tightened, loosened, tightened again, and panting as she fought to squeeze life into Neil's lazy pecker. He strained against her. "I don't think it's going to work," he said in a tight voice, his hand coming down to touch her. "Look, honey, I'm really knocked out. Why don't we just go to sleep and forget it?"

Melinda sniffed, catching the aroma of her sexy perfume. She looked down at her green silk negligee, the seductive gown she'd worn tonight specifically to seduce her husband. But how could you seduce a man whose cock wouldn't even stiffen for his perfumed, negligeed, seductive wife? And how did you know when a marriage was going sour, when divorce was inevitably waiting just around the bend?

Melinda pulled her hand out of Neil's pajamas.

She sat back, legs cutting beneath her, and she sighed heavily. Neil put his hand on her shoulder. "I've had a hard day," he told Melinda. "I'm just not in the mood."

She looked up, dark eyes flashing. "You're never in the mood lately! You work late almost every night. You come home, eat your supper, and fall into bed. Neil, what's happening to us? I think you care more for your job than you do for me."

"For Christ's sake, honey, it isn't like that at all!"

"Then why… why don't you want to make love to me?"

"Oh, damn it, Melinda!" He lifted the sheets and crawled under, sliding into comfortable sleeping position. His back was turned to Melinda and she stared at it, drawing no more comfort from his bare shoulders than she had gotten from the rest of him.