That night I turned down my husband’s invite to join him between the sheets. Instead, I decided to lay on top of the blanket, letting the thin cotton provide a barrier between our bodies.
My nightgown peristome crossed the high ridge of my hip. My feminine s*x concealed by the scantiest of G-strings.
I put my head on the pillow next to Jayden and faced him, digging deep into his eyes.
“What husband gives a wife that looks like me to a man that looks like him? A man who is taller, better looking, more muscular,” - I drew my hand down hubby’s bird chest - “talented, funny, successful…” - I placed my hand delicately on that pup tent in the sheets - “…and very well hung.”
Jayden was breathing hard. He felt ready to explode even with his c**k still covered by the sheets.
“Mmmm, yes Jayden,
