"Where have you been?!"

"At work, dear."

"All day?!"

"Yes, it's what I do every day. It's how we afford our home."

Ichabod spoke with his wife calmly, but there was an exhaustion in his voice. Katrina had become particularly… well, there wasn't even a word for it. Katrina was just hard to handle as of late.

Ichabod and Masbeth sat down at the table wordlessly.

"Daddy!" two voices echoed out as they came charging in.

Ichabod tiredly smiled at his two daughters.

"Hello. And how are my girls doing tonight?" he asked as they sat down on either side of him.

"I made a picture today, Daddy!" Selina exclaimed.

"We've been looking at Mommy's books," Victoria added.

"Oh, and does your mother know about this?"

The two girls shook their heads.

Just then, Katrina entered. Selina put a finger to her lips to let Ichabod know to keep quiet.

Smirking to play along with his daughters, Ichabod asked his wife, "And how has your day been today?"

"I've been running about with the cleaning all day. These two have yet to learn to clean after themselves," Katrina playfully glared at her daughters as she seated herself.

"And do you know what these two told they've done today?"

Both Victoria and Selina let their jaws drop as they looked at their father in horror.

"No, what?" Katrina asked, playing up the stupid act.

"Well Selina said she drew a picture."

"Is that all?"

"No, I don't believe so…"

"I'M SORRY MOMMY!" Selina then burst out. Victoria then just glared back at her sister.

"And why are you sorry?"

And then Victoria lost it too.

"We were looking at your books!"

Katrina rose a single eyebrow.

"Is that right?"

"Apparently so," Ichabod grinned.

"I think that means no desert…" Katrina played.

The girls frowned and looked down.

"Now let's dig in," Ichabod stated.

The girls continued to not look up.

"Don't you like my cooking?" Katrina play moped.

The girls just looked down.

"You won't even eat if you're promised desert?" she asked.

Selina looked down still, but Victoria looked up as she was beginning to catch on.

"Do you mean…?"

"It's fine, girls. I love that you're interested in my books. There's nothing for me to hide from you in there."

Much happier then, the girls dug in and the whole family was able to continue their dinner.

Later that evening, after the girls had gone to bed and Masbeth was in the study reading, Katrina and Ichabod found themselves in the bedroom getting ready for bed.

"Who is she?"

Ichabod looked up from setting up his side of the bed.

"What?"

"Who is she?"

"I don't get your meaning."

Katrina then turned and glowered harshly at Ichabod, tears now streaming down her face.

"Don't tell me that! I know that you're sneaking behind my back! That's why you're gone all the time!"

Unable to speak, Ichabod's mouth just opened and closed repeatedly.

"I-I-I-"

"I knew it!"

"No! I've been working my ass off for you! You and the girls! I love you! I'm not capable of even thinking of doing such a thing!"

Ichabod made his way forward and pulled Katrina into a hug. He placed his chin atop her head as he let her cry.

"Sh, sh, I love you."

He kissed the top of her head. When she relaxed, she pulled away and looked up at him.

"Wh-what's going on with us?"

"Nothing we can't take care of."

Ichabod continued to soothe her as they made their way in bed. They were laying next to each other with his arm around her as she nuzzled into his shoulder.

"Love me," she mumbled.

"I do love you."

"We haven't done it in so long."

"Well you're not exactly in any condition to do that at the moment, don't you think?"

"You find me disgusting. You don't want me anymore."

"No, no, no! I love you!"

"You love me but you don't want me."

Ichabod turned and kissed Katrina gently on the lips.

"I love you and would never want anyone but you."

"Then love me."

"I don't think-"

But then Katrina pulled Ichabod down into another kiss. It was desperate and needy, as if she thought she would never get this opportunity again.

Hurridly she undid Ichabod's shirt. She then rolled over so she was on top and began to kiss down his chest as she undid his pants.

"Katrina- really I- oh."

Katrina had her mouth latched onto Ichabod as she lingered along on it.

As she took him near the edge, she then broke away. She smiled down on him as she pulled off her slip. Ichabod then took over on top.

His lips were on her right nipple, nibbling slowly as he let his fingers travel down to her nether regions. Reaching in, he found her core and worked her leisurely, bringing her near her own climax, but withdrawing before she could.

Ichabod then placed himself between her legs, and gradually eased in. He leaned down and kissed her once all the way in. After letting her adjust a moment, he began a steady pace with her. Katrina wrapped her legs and arms around him, trying to push him to go faster, but he continued the gradual pace.

"Just fuck me!" she cried out.

Shocked by her words, Ichabod stopped all together. And that's when Katrina flipped them over and took charge. She rode him at a manic pace, begging for release. It wasn't long before she cried out at climax, and pulled him in not long after.

Katrina then flopped off of him and layed with her back turned. Ichabod, still breathing heavily, turned and tried to wrap an arm around her, but she just pushed it off.

There's more wrong here than I realized, Ichabod sadly thought. What had happened to his marriage after only 8 years?