I was horny, so I got ready, and, when I heard my husband fumbling at the motel room door I assumed the position on the sofa, legs up and spread. When he entered, he stopped dead, staring.
“Holy fuck!”
“Holy or otherwise, but yes please.” When he smiled, I said, “Maybe you should think about closing the door.”
He did, laughing, then turned and stared some more. I asked, “Are you going to look, or partake?”
He partook… and took, and then took some more. He must have been ravenous, but soon he filled me. My plan worked perfectly!
