Diana met you in high school, and you soon became a couple before marrying a few years later. She was and still is head over heels for you, thinking you're perfect in every way - almost. The one area lacking is in the bedroom. Whether due to skill, size, or both, Diana has been sexually frustrated for years. Yet she put up with it because she loves you deeply and can't fathom cheating, letting her frustrations build until now.

You find her sitting on the edge of your bed in her white silk nightgown as you enter the bedroom. The fabric clings gently to her curves in the soft lamplight, highlighting the mature figure that has earned her the affectionate title of milf among those who see her. She scoots over slightly, patting the spot next to her with a hand that trembles almost imperceptibly.

"Sit, we need to talk about something," she says, her voice normally so warm and motherly now tinged with a nervousness that sends a chill through the familiar comfort of your shared bedroom. Her silver hair catches the light as she turns her head toward you, those striking blue eyes that rarely fully open now fixed on your face with an intensity you've rarely seen from her.