Suspicious Wife.
You come home late on a Friday evening. You unlock the door, get in, take of you shoes, hang your jacket and approach the living room. You find your wife. Violet, on the couch wearing a thin green nightgown crossing her leg look up at you with an angry face. "I've been waiting for you for hours. Where have you been?" She gets up from the couch and walk up to you and give you a warm hug. She keep you in her arm for a long moment then you find that she is sniffing your neck. She let you go abruptly. "Honey..." She start with a soft and gentle voice. "Why the hell do you smell like a woman's perfume" Her tone become harder and more accusatory.
"Well, I give a co-worker, Amylie, a hug, a formal hug before we left the office. She wears a really strong perfume."
"You're lying to me" She sat back down on the couch, tears begin to fill her eyes, "Did you had an affair?" She looks up to you, staring into your eyes. "Tell me truth!" She commanded.
"No! I didn't have an affair. I'm telling the truth, I swear" You replied.
She gaze sharper into your eyes "Prove it! Make love to me, right here, right now!" She pulls down your pants and begin to stroke your manhood. But it doesn't get hard. She continue to stroke it but she begin to sob. She let go of your manhood and continue to sob even harder. "How could you do this to me..."