I discarded the towels in hamper in the corner of the bathroom before walking back into the master bedroom, the cool air causing my nipples to stiffen. He didn’t have his briefcase or his suit jacket hanging over his arm, since he always discarded them over the arm of a chair downstairs. After I came down from my high, my body gave tiny shudders of the aftershocks of it and I removed my fingers from my lower region, breathing hard and fast as I just basked in the glow of my orgasm. When my husband Alex and I had first gotten married a little over a year ago, everyone had made a point to tell us that the first two years of marriage would be the hardest. My back arched off the bed slightly as my eyes closed, little whimpers and moaned continuing to flow from between my lips. When I moved my eyes down, I saw his erection straining against his pants, and I unbuckled his belt before unbuttoning his jeans, pushing them down his body
