Lying there, he stared at those wifely curves. So sensual. So available. So asleep! His hardness ached. To wake her would earn him perfunctory attention. Not enough.

So many, “Had hard day,” or “Bad headache,” lately, had him worrying. Did they need to talk?

Saturday bedtime, she lay, naked. Asleep again? Suddenly fingers closed around his hardness, followed by hot lips. Her breasts were generously offered, moistened thighs welcomed his probing tongue, before mutual giving and receiving launched them into their special, deep, exclusive heaven.

Lesson learned? Sex when instigated by the lady is one of God’s greater gifts.