Chapter 1: The Dead Bedroom

Deanna was asleep, and her light snoring had started. Then it was my chance to get off, so I opened my iPad and lay on my side facing away from her. One hand working the screen, the other to jack my cock.

On my preferred site, I was passing through page after page of thumbnail images, picking the few that appealed on each page.

Each thumbnail I clicked expanded to a player window. Some just played through, on others I was scrolling the progress bar impatiently seeking the wet endings.

It didn’t take long for me to come; as usual I rubbed the wetness into my skin, and then tried to sleep. I used porn this way so often that the process start-to-end was only a few minutes.

I loved Deanna. But we had not screwed for years. Enough years that I was afraid to count them.

Tonight, I had been watching her going up and down the stepladder, hanging Halloween decorations around our house. It was a warm evening, those tight shorts offered quite a show. She was not in the least aware (or interested) in the effect in my shorts. I knew I just had to wait for her to be sleeping.

Once, we had been hot and heavy. But Deanna had some autoimmune disorder (disorders?) that had disrupted her hormones. She wouldn’t talk about it with me, but the effect was clear. Her libido was gone, erased. Her response to any approach I might make was very negative. She no longer dressed or showered in my sight, even locking the door to the bathroom while clothing herself.