Before It Gets Better

Elizabeth was cleaning up the upstairs bedroom. She'd just finished nursing the twins, who were now ten months old. She and Douglas hadn't had sex in two months, and she didn't know how to broach this. How to broach taking the next step. Finally, she went down to his study. She thought Douglas was preparing for trial. She was mistaken. He was in the middle of jerking his small penis to interracial porn.

"Oh my God, Douglas, porn, again?" Elizabeth said, as Douglas started to cum all over himself. Douglas looked ashamed, but not nearly enough.

"Sorry, darling. A man has needs," he said. Elizabeth shook her head.

"Look, this is hard to say. But it turns me on too. And I don't want you feeling so hard up and distant that you're downstairs taking care of yourself. Because pretty soon that means someone else is taking care of you, and I don't want that. I can't have that. So what if we ... bought a toy? A black toy? Something you can use to get me off ... and then we can make love, just like the old days. Maybe that is the best way to stay together, and have an outlet for this ... stuff?"

Douglas smiled at his wife. His loving, perfect, terribly naive wife.

"That sounds just like what we need, darling."