" "You do?" "Yes, and as a birthday present, next time you work out, can you work nude instead of wearing those shorts?" "You want me to take off my shorts while you watch me?" His voice almost cracking." "You do?" "Yes, and as a birthday present, next time you work out, can you work nude instead of wearing those shorts?" "You want me to take off my shorts while you watch me?" His voice almost cracking. "You'll never be sure if I'm watching or not, my lights will be off. Will you do it for me?" "Sure, if that's what you want." She'd thrown her arms around his neck, grinding her body against his, her tits putting the points of her nipples into his chest, his arms around her, squeezing her ass, pulling her hips up against his groin, when his wife had tapped him on the shoulder. "That's enough! Don't you think?" Her voice angry. She's stalked off, back into the living room, leaving the two of them. "Whoops, I think you fucked-up!" Christy giggled at him, turning and entering the bathroom, closing the door, and he heard the lock click. "Fuck her, she'll get over it!" His voice soft against the door, fingers testing the knob to find it locked. Stupid, locking the door against a locksmith. Pulling his key ring from his pants, he selected a slim metal strip of a key, inserted it into the hole in the center of the bathroom door, turning it slowly, feeling the lock unlatch. |