<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/3198e96570621fd7c8c729a203f5936f/tumblr_moqwquCT5p1qjy49so1_1280.jpg)</div><br/><br/>To say that Jeff and Natalie's sex life was boring was an understatement. She still loved him, but in the bedroom, their passion had cooled. He worked a lot, and so did she...but she had hoped he still found her attractive. Now she wasn't so sure. They still had sex, occasionally, but it consisted of him rutting above her and grunting before cumming and then falling asleep. The only orgasms she had now were by her own fingers. She'd try subtly hinting at him, but it never seemed to work. Honestly, she needed passion. Heat. Desire. Lust and everything in between. She often read romance novels and watched porn, and she liked the kinkier stuff. Stuff she knew that Jeff would never want to do. He liked missionary and that was it. No oral sex or anything else. It was like sex was a duty he was forced to do.<br/><br/>She'd been rather depressed because of this lately, so today she decided to do something about it. She had left early from work and came home to complete her plan. She had bought a pair of heels, thigh-highs with a garter belt, panties, bustier and sheer robe. She smoothed her red curls to a retro wave, and spent a while perfecting her smoky, sexy, but classy make-up. She had showered and shaved everything, and her perfume was faint but very nice. Once she was dressed in her lingerie, she took a deep breath and heard the door open.<br/><br/>"Perfect timing."<br/><br/>She whispered this to herself and gave herself one last check before slowly heading downstairs. She internally groaned when she saw that he was already watching ESPN and drinking a beer, but she didn't let it deter her. Standing in the doorway, she smiled.<br/><br/>"Hello."