Amber Blake draped the silky white cotton nightgown around her shoulders. A shiver ran down her spine as the silky fabric slid down her body, stroking and teasing her as it moved lightly over her skin. Amber had a fantastic figure that hadn't changed much in the years since she was a child. Despite her beauty, she had always been self-conscious about her appearance and couldn't understand why so many of her female friends told her she looked years younger than she was and that they wished they looked as good as she did. Amber was always embarrassed when people complimented her on how beautiful she was and how well she looked. She frequently responded by blushing and claiming that her good looks were due to good genes rather than anything she did. In reality, she was very conscious of her diet and exercised whenever she had the opportunity. She ought to have been svelte. She stood about five-eight inches tall and weighed 115 pounds, just five pounds more than she weighed when she graduated from high school. The problem was that, despite her little stature, she had a rather shapely form.

Her breasts were small, but perfectly proportioned to the rest of her body. And they had remained unwavering. Her slim figure was still in good shape since she took care of herself, ate correctly, and never had children. Amber fluffed her shoulder-length wavy brown hair out over her shoulders after slipping on her nightgown. She walked along the hallway of the summer cabin on Mallard Lake where she and her husband were spending a week visiting friends after finishing her responsibilities in the bathroom. She exhaled as she walked inside the bedroom she and her husband shared. Amber's husband, Aria, was sitting up in bed with the lights on in the bedroom. He was studying intently at a paperback book he held in his hands, his half-eye reading glasses perched on the point of his nose. He was a balding, portly man, twelve years Amber's senior, and he appeared ten years older. When Amber entered the room, Aria smiled as he looked up from the book he was reading. His glance darted up and down her body at a rapid pace. He said, "Hey, honey, ain't you lookin' beautiful tonight?" His eyes and concentration returned to the text almost instantaneously. "I really like the nightgown, honey. It's quite sensual. You should wear Ariaff like that more," he added without looking at her. Amber whispered, "Ah, thanks, honey," as she slid into bed next to the man she'd been married to for fifteen years. She'd worn the nightgown a few times before, but this was the first time he'd commented on it. The fact that he had noticed it was heartening to her. She'd hoped that during their week in the mountains, they'd be able to rekindle their romance, but judging by her husband's intense concentration on the book in his hands, romance wasn't on his mind, at least not just now. She rolled over onto her side, her back to Aria, and tried to fall asleep. She was pleasantly surprised when her husband turned out the lights and nestled against her only seconds after she went into bed. Aria answered gently, "Hey, honey." He began to slide his hand down her side and onto her breast. "I was thinking today could be a good day for a little nooky, how about you?" "Being up in the mountains does something to me," says the narrator. "They say the mountain air does something to guys." Amber said, "Ah..." Her husband's fingers began to tease her breast, and a little wave of delight washed over her. Aria's treatment of her was nice, but it wasn't quite what she'd hoped for. She had hoped they might try something different in their love making, but this was exactly how he typically started sex. She lay there, discouraged and disappointed, mentally anticipating what he would say and do next. "Then he'll tell me I have a fantastic butt," she predicted, "and he'll rub his erection all over my bottom." Aria's stomach began to flex against her bottom and she felt his swelling penis pressing against her buttocks as soon as the thought occurred to her. "Hey, honey, have I ever told you that you still have a fantastic gorgeous butt?" he mumbled. With a shake of her head, Amber expressed her dissatisfaction with the situation. It was a good thing she had her back to her husband so he couldn't see her disappointed look. She thought to herself, "Now he'll pull my nightgown up."

When her husband's hands began to pull her nightgown up, the idea had barely developed. He eventually got the garment bunched under her armpits after she sighed and lifted her body, then his hand fell on her bared breast and his semi-hard penis brushed against her now-bare bottom. "The next line is, 'I enjoy the way your nipples feel when they're hard,' Amber thought. As he twisted his wife's semi-hard nipple between his thumb and fingers, her husband said, "I like the way your nipples feel when they get firm." "And this feels pretty darn amazing, too," he said as he smashed his hips into Amber's bottom and pushed her away with his expanding penis. "Do you want it as much as I do, babe?" Amber said, "Of...course I do." Despite the fact that her husband's actions were so predictable, she felt something, even if it was only a low-level longing. In that way, she was fortunate. Even with Aria's perfunctory lovemaking, it took very little to get her on, and she virtually always had an orgasm. As her husband massaged his semi-erect organ on her bottom, she thought, "Well, I think it's about time for him to suggest that I suck on his penis." Aria said, "How about doing something nice for me tonight?" "You know what I'm talking about, babe?" Amber was all too familiar with the code.