Wife

Jenna looked at herself in the mirror, carefully considering her appearance. She had never been much of a fan of "dressing to impress" as some of her girlfriends liked to call it - with the low cut top and barely anything below the waist - but she also knew that her husband was an easy man to please, and easily distracted. And she had a request of him that she knew he wouldn't normally agree with. So if she wanted to have him actually agree with her, perhaps dressing down a little would be the way to do it. Besides, they had been married for three years. It wasn't like she was showing him anything he hadn't seen already.

She strode into the bedroom with what she hoped would come across as a sultry movement in her hips. Her husband looked up at her from his book when he heard her footsteps, and she could see his eyes light up the moment they laid on her. She tried her best not to blush. She watched as the smile grew on his face before he set his book aside, forgetting to even bookmark his page, and made space for her on the bed. But rather than sit beside him, she crawled across the bed and into his lap.

"Well hello there," he muttered, his arm wrapping around her waist and pulling her closer to him. She rested both of her hands on his chest, feeling the muscle under her hands and trying to stay focused. Jenna hadn't really thought through the possibility that she would be just as distracted as her husband when doing this. She thought about what she was wearing and how he was looking at her, and she could feel her brain starting to melt. "What's the occasion, and how can I make it happen more often?" he asked.

Jenna looked her husband in the eyes, almost unaware of the fact that her hands were slowly sliding up and down his chest. "I was thinking..." she whispered, before gently biting her lower lip, like her girlfriends had advised - they said it would drive him crazy, and she could tell they were right. "This house is so small and cramped, I just don't know..." The conflict was there in his eyes. He was torn between his discomfort with the thought of buying a new house, and the thin dress that was the only thing standing between them.

She shrugged her shoulder, and one of the thin shoulder strap slipped down her arm, threatening to fall off. That conflict in his eyes immediately began to melt away. "And I know this place a few miles down the road... It's just off of the beach..." She knew he knew what she was thinking of. He knew how much it would cost, too. Before he could even open his mouth to speak, the other shoulder strap was sliding down her arm, and then there was nothing that could stand between them.