That one night.

My wife and I have been married for ten years. We got married right out of high school at the age of nineteen. Our marriage is a happy one, almost flawless, except that she is not very experimental. She hates giving me blow jobs, and usually only wants to do it missionary. I have tried everything to get her to try new stuff, like watching porno's, looking at magazines, and the works. But she says she doesn't get the point of it.

One day a friend of hers from high school called up and said she would be in town and would like to have dinner and a drink. I couldn't go because I had a business meeting that day and would not be home until nine or so but told her that she should go and have a good time. She was so excited the night before she was going, she went through her whole closet to find something to wear.

Before I left for work in the morning, she told me not to wait for her because she doesn't know when she'll be home. The workday was a long one; once I got home, it was around ten at night, and Katy was still not home. I didn't worry that much because I wanted her to have a good time since she is usually home all the time. I just laid down and went to sleep, wondering what Katy is doing right now.

I wake up at around four in the morning to see Katy just walking into the bedroom with her hair all messy, and her blouse buttoned up wrong. I was going to question why she looked the way she did, but I was still half asleep. Katy slipped out of her mini skirt, revealing that the thong she was wearing was gone. She then took off her blouse, letting her breasts drop freely. She walks over to the dresser and takes out her silk nightgown and lays down next to me. I look over at her and see her looking at me with a smile on her face.

"Hi sweetie, how was your day?" She asks with a chipper voice. She puts her arm around me and moves as close as possible to me, snuggling right up.

"It was a long, boring day at work," I reply, wondering if I should ask her what happened tonight.