“I have a present for you.” There is sly mischief in my wife’s sultry voice.
I hear the seductive click of her heels crossing the tile.
“Kiss me,” she whispers.
I feel warm salty breath as our lips connect. I inhale the moist, heady scent as she beguiles her way into my mouth.
Our tongues dance, twisting and turning playfully as I immerse myself in her gift, savouring the adulterous offering. With a moan, I welcome its slippery, delinquent texture.
Her delicate fingers stroke my hardness.
“There’s more,” she murmurs enticingly. “If you want it…”
Like a volcano, I erupt.
