After two decades of marriage, a couple lay in bed one evening, when the wife felt her husband's touch in ways he hadn't used in quite some time. It was almost ticklish as his fingers began at her neck and then ventured downward past the small of her back.
His hand glided across her shoulders and neck, proceeding to move down one side and then the other, finally pausing just above her lower stomach. He then gently placed his hand on her left inner arm, caressed downward, tracing the curve of her side, and passed his touch over and between her buttocks, continuing down to her calf.
With the same tender touch, he ventured up her inner thigh, stopping just at the uppermost part of her leg. He repeated this delicate exploration on her right side and then abruptly halted, rolling over and falling silent.
As she found herself becoming increasingly aroused by his caresses, she spoke in a affectionate tone, "That was wonderful. Why did you stop?"
"I found the remote," he responded.