Felix Peterson, 38 years old husband

Felix watched as his wife stepped out of the bathroom and into their bedroom, only wearing a white bathrobe. She smiled at him as she rubbed a towel on her short black hair, and walked over to their closet.

"Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?" He asked with a smirk.

"Only a thousand times..." She giggled while grabbing clothes off hangers and tossing them onto the bed.

Even in her most natural state, as she stepped out of the shower, she was as stunning as ever. Sure, the years since they first met had brought some lines and wrinkles around her eyes; but those same eyes still held that twinkle he loved so much. The figure she'd maintained for years would have made many girls jealous. The glimpse of her voluptuous body, barely hidden below her bathrobe, was still enough for Felix to want nothing more than to push her down onto the bed right then and there. Unfortunately, time wasn't on his side today, and even if she didn't have to leave in the next twenty minutes, their sex life hadn't been what it used to be recently. No doubt Emilia wouldn't be receptive to his advances right now anyway...

"Did you post the ad for the room?" She asked after lining up all her clothes for the day.

"Shit!" He exclaimed. "That's what I forgot!" He attempted to snap his fingers but managed only an awkward tch. "I'll do it before leaving! Sorry..."

His wife giggled again as she looked up at him from across the bed. "You really don't know how to snap your fingers, do you, dear?" She teased playfully.

"Of course I do!" He said defensively, bringing his fingers close together and attempting the gesture once again only to fail miserably, causing both of them to laugh loudly this time. "Well I guess I need some practice..." He admitted.

"Look!" She raised her right hand and showed him how to position his fingers. "You need to get your thumb behind the other fingers." She then demonstrated several times as he stared.

"Got it!" He said, trying to repeat what she just did. After a couple of tries, he finally got the motion right and grinned when his fingers finally snapped sharply in front of his face. He was surprised by the loud sound they made as it seemed to echo through the house. "Oh yeah! Now that felt right! Thanks honey!"

He was expecting his wife to congratulate him or at least show some form of appreciation, but she remained silent and motionless, facing the closet mirror with her back turned toward him.

"Honey?" He called out uncertainly.

"Hmmm...?" Her voice sounded like she wasn't even listening anymore, so Felix walked over and stood behind her shoulder while looking into their bedroom mirror. Sure enough, Emilia's eyes were staring intently into space; the look in her eyes making Felix uneasy.

"Are you okay?" He asked after several moments of silence.

"Yeah... I'm fine..." She mumbled almost inaudibly.

He waved his hand in front of her face, but she continued to stare blankly.

"Emilia! You're scaring me right now..."

"Am I?" She muttered softly, still not turning around to face him directly.

Felix swallowed hard as he took hold of her shoulders and spun her around gently until they faced each other again. Her already opened bathrobe fell on the floor with his now naked wife looking totally entranced and not reacting at all as he began studying her expression closely.

"Can you hear me, honey?" He whispered worriedly.

"Mm hmm..." She replied without blinking, barely moving any muscles in her face either.

"Listen..." He mumbled, not really knowing what to do. "I'm sure you're more than happy to remind me of how sexy you are without any clothes on but I'm getting worried right now..."

"I'm happy to remind you how sexy I am without clothes..." She repeated slowly in a monotonous tone.

"Oh come on!" Felix groaned, holding his head with his hands as she just stood there with her eyes fixed ahead of herself. He grabbed her phone on her bed and started dialing 911 when a weird thought crossed his mind. He moved his free hand in front of her face and snapped his fingers.

Emilia blinked rapidly for several moments before looking up at him questioningly.

"What did you say?" Her voice was no longer monotone; it was back to normal at last. She frowned slightly while glancing down at the spot where his fingers were still positioned. After a moment or two, she stared back up into Felix's wide eyes, confused. "Did I miss something?"

"911, what is your emergency?" A voice suddenly asked over the phone Felix was still holding. He quickly apologized to the operator and hang up.

"What the hell is going on?" His wife asked, furrowing her brow in confusion.

"You spaced out for a good couple minutes." Felix explained nervously. "I thought you were having a stroke or something..."

"Did I?" She replied uncertainly, looking down at her naked body. "I don't remember anything... You were on the other side of the bed, trying to snap your fingers, and then... Then you were here..."

She let herself fall backward onto the bed and covered her face with both hands with a groan. "I guess I'm more tired than I realized..."

"It's okay!" Felix rushed to reassure her as he sat beside her, taking one of her hands away from her face. "In less than a week we'll be touring Paris without a care in the world! Alright, honey?"

She smiled softly after giving him an understanding nod. Her husband looked at the alarm clock sitting on their bedside table and saw that they had ten minutes left before Emilia needed to leave for work. "You might wanna get dressed if you don't wanna be late." He told her with a nervous chuckle.

She turned her head to look at the time too and gasped loudly. "Shit!" She exclaimed as she grabbed her clothes. "Well that's a shame..." She added with a shy smirk as she stood up and posed seductively in front of her husband, grabbing her large breasts and squeezing them together. "What's a shame?" He gulped hard as his cock stiffened immediately at her blatant display.

"I don't know..." She trailed off, letting go of her chest and turning back around while quickly dressing. "I would have been happy to remind you how sexy I am without clothes. I mean... A little longer..."

"What little I got to see this morning was more than enough for that, honey." Felix assured her with a wink.

His wife turned around, now fully dressed in a black business suit, and smiled broadly before kissing him deeply on the lips. "Then I definitely am happy!" She whispered excitedly into his ear, then ran out of the bedroom with her jacket over one arm and a pair of shoes in hand.

Felix stared blankly at the wall in front of him as he heard the front door open and close and her car leave the driveway. Emilia's behavior had been so odd. First she spaced out completely after he snapped his fingers, then flaunted herself right in front of him only moments later when she used to be so self-conscious about her body. 'I'm happy to remind you how sexy I am without clothes...' That's what she'd said to him in her zombie like state, in response to his nervous joke. But surely this was just a coincidence, he thought, shaking his head and laughing to himself at how silly it all seemed.