She turned as I bent down and grabbed the washcloth. Tenderly, my eyes fixated on her, her cheeks flushed, I began to wipe her down, taking care of the mess I had created. I reached up and turned the water off, stepping out and wrapping a towel around me, before grabbing another one and wrapping her in it. "Thank you" she breathed, as I led her back to the bedroom.
I was in a good mood. What man wouldn't be after making love to his wife, not once but twice? My eyes sparkled as I began to get dressed. I looked at Flair, shooting glances at her as she began to rifle for clothes. "I have to go to work," I said reluctantly, wishing I could stay home and ravish her some more, "but I'll try to get home a bit early so we can have dinner together" I proposed.
The thought of having dinner toget
