I stepped out of the glass shower covered in only a towel. The swell of my breasts were hardly held in by the towel and my cleavage was clearly visible.
I walked forward sensually and stepped in front of the bed.
My husband was sitting on the bed and typing away on his phone.
“Hey baby.” I said in a slurry voice.
My husband, Peter looked up and smiled.
“Abigail?” Peter said.
I let the towel drop revealing my full breasts and my shapely legs. My crotch was freshly shaved and I scented of a sweat chocolate perfume.
“Why don’t we have a little fun?” I asked with a smile.
Peter looked at me and sighed. “Sorry Abigail, I’m tired right now.”
My face fell into a frown. “What?” I asked disbelievingly. I couldn’t believe that Peter would be rejecting me even with all the preparation I wen
