Serena endured a restless night, she was unable to settle, her thoughts focused on her marriage and how Nicholas’ presence in her life had highlighted issues she had suppressed, either intentionally or subconsciously. By early morning she was fully awake, Christian was still sleeping soundly. Serena slipped out of bed, and donning a robe, made her way to the kitchen to brew herself some coffee.<br/><br/>While waiting for the coffee to percolate Serena reflected on the events of last night. Like the rest of their life, she and Christian’s sex life was also dull and predictable. Neither of them had multiple partners before they were married. There had always been some air of tension when they made love regarding what practices were deemed to be acceptable, especially when they first became intimate. It had taken a few weeks for Christian to persuade Serena that oral sex wasn’t dirty, her strict Catholic upbringing implanting a very prudish outlook on sex.<br/><br/>Serena wondered if the lack of passion was her fault. She knew she didn’t express her desires, expecting her husband to know what she wanted by instinct. Maybe he found her boring and was now just using her to satisfy himself. Serena looked at the clock and saw it was approaching 07:30 am so she started preparing a breakfast of bacon and eggs, hoping a hearty meal would put her husband in a good mood for the day. The smell of the cooking must have wafted up to the bedroom for it wasn’t long before Christian stumbled into the kitchen.<br/><br/>Serena greeted her husband with a kiss on the cheek and steered him into a chair at the kitchen table, placing before him a mug of coffee and a plate of eggs, bacon, and toast. She soon joined him. As they ate Serena pondered for a second and then asked Christian, “Have you ever stolen anything?... I mean something small...nothing valuable...just done it for a thrill?”. She wanted to know if he had more of an adventurous upbringing than she did, was there something beneath the kind gently persona?<br/>