After
two decades of marriage, a couple lay in bed one evening, when the wife felt
her husband's touch in ways he hadn't used in quite some time. It was almost
ticklish as his fingers began at her neck and then ventured downward past the
small of her back.
His
hand glided across her shoulders and neck, proceeding to move down one side and
then the other, finally pausing just above her lower stomach. He then gently
placed his hand on her left inner arm, caressed downward, tracing the curve of
her side, and passed his touch over and between her buttocks, continuing down
to her calf.
With
the same tender touch, he ventured up her inner thigh, stopping just at the
uppermost part of her leg. He repeated this delicate exploration on her right
side and then abruptly halted, rolling over and falling silent.
As
she found herself becoming increasingly aroused by his caresses, she spoke in a
affectionate tone, "That was wonderful. Why did you stop?"
"I found the remote," he responded.
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