He keeps walking

Figuring he had already pressed his luck enough with Colleen and Paul (not to mention Lisa) this evening, Steve pushed his hands deeper into his pockets and kept walking.

"What am I doing wrong?" Steve quietly asked the night air. He had loved Lisa since almost the first time they met, those many year ago. "I keep myself in reasonable shape," he thought. "Who doesn't have a few extra pounds at my age? And I could tell Colleen was impressed with my cock the way she touched me. Oh man, Colleen... But why not Lisa? And now that the business is gone, we have the time and means to make our dreams real now. I just don't get it. What does she want? Why can't we have the sex life of any normal couple?"

Looking up, Steve realized he had made the block and had come to a stop in front of his own house. He entered quietly through the front, climbed the stairs, and slipped into his bedroom. He stood over the sleeping body of his wife, and though he glared at her in her sleep, Steve felt his heart loosen at the sight of his love breathing softly in the moonlight.

Sighing, he slipped off his clothes, crawled into bed beside his wife and drifted off to sleep.