Plausible Deniability
Some things just can’t be stopped
My wife is napping in darkness as I return home, exquisitely sprawled on our bed, impossibly sexy in her scruffy old nightshirt. I strip and slip in behind her. Naked beneath the shirt, my fingers float softly and enjoy her every curve. I lovingly close in, awakening her pussy with soft fingers. We kiss. Instinctively, she sighs, opens, pulls me to her. I cup her face. Then freeze. “What? Why…?” A finger to my lips, I’m s...