Middle of the night. I awake. Pitch-darkness.
She’s snoring. I caress her belly. She stirs.
I cup her breast. Her angelic chuckle.
She whispers she wants me. Pulls my arm. My body follows.
I slide in. She’s so wet. Always is. One part of her I love.
She begs me to come inside her. I release. She follows. Always does.
I roll off her. Look at her. Can’t see her. Still pitch-darkness. I know she’s looking back.
I cup her face. My heart almost stops. Something is wrong.
The door creaks open. Slowly. First, just a silhouette.
My wife enters.
