“Yes,” he quickly admitted, not breaking eye contact with his wife. “How did you spend the weekend?” Changing the subject to something non-s****l was the only way to keep things from getting out of hand. Right away he realized it was the wrong question. His wife left alone on the weekend wasn’t going to spend the time quilting or cleaning.
“John came over and f****d me raw,” she told him bluntly.
“Oh.” The words started his c**k twitching and Rebecca noticed.
“You’re being a very bad boy,” she observed as his c**k struggled against the steel. “I let you off the leash for an entire weekend and this is how you repay me? By wanting more?” There was an edge to her voice, but she was teasing as well.
“I’m sorry. The image of him with you just popped into my head and…”
“We agreed that your
