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is her nose.
“You can take a warm bath in a few minutes.”
“How about…” she places a kiss on my neck, “we get naked…” another kiss is planted below my ear, “and watch that video?” Her last kiss is placed on my lips.
“Or make a new one?” I counter pathetically.
She swipes her thumb across my bottom lip, but doesn’t respond to my idea. It’s been days since we made that video. Normally, I would have forced her to watch it by now.
“You want to watch it? You never want to watch it.” She would never suggest we watch it on her own.
“Ok, I can’t deny that it is a turn on.”
Huh ? Now she tells me.
She winks as we enter our suite to get ready for bed. I need to come clean. I might as well get it over with. Sweat dampens my armpits and the base of my spine. Am I afraid of my wife? Fuck, yeah. She securely holds my balls and their well being in the palm of her hand. That doesn’t make me a pussy. That makes me a very smart man.
When she climbs into bed beside me, she smells amazing and looks completely fuckable.
“No bath?”
“No. I’d rather cuddle with you and watch that video.”
I decide I need to fess up. “Um, Babe? I need to tell you something.”
She moves away to sit facing me. “Yes, Hunter?”
“Um…I love you. You know that?”
She nods, folding her arms in wait of my announcement.
“I would never do anything to hurt you, intentionally at least.”
She quirks up an eyebrow, watching silently as I run my palms over the comforter, swallowing audibly, and even grip the back of my neck trying to buy time. She just sits and waits, not helping me out at all.
“Um…”
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck .
“Um…I kind of lost the SD card from the camera.”
Her face blanks of all emotion. My initial thought is she’s in shock, or she’s trying to figure out the easiest way to kill me. After several very long, torturous seconds, I decide to take her hand. Touching is good.
“Babe? Did you hear me?”
“I heard you.”
“I’m sorry.” She pulls her hand out of my grip. “I had it in our suite in Milan. It never left the suite,” I blurt out an excuse, and then another and another. When she continues to stare at me impassively, I plead, “Say something.”
“Do you now understand WHY I had my reservations with your stupid, kinky fetish?” I scrub a hand over my face, nodding like a child who is being scolded. “Especially while out in the real FOREIGN world and not in the privacy of our own home?”
“Yes. I’m sorry, Babe. I fucked up. It kills me to know this could hurt you. I never intended for it to hurt you. I am just so in love with you, so in love with us, I can’t get enough.”
Pity flashes in her eyes. Maybe she won’t kill me after all. I think if that were her plan, I would no doubt be on a stretcher by now. She quietly gets up off the bed and moves to the closet to grab her bag off the shelf. I watch as she digs in one of the pockets and produces an SD card.
“Wait, is that my card?”
“When you went in to take a shower, I noticed this sitting on the rug waiting for someone to snatch it up. You, Mr. Amatto, are very lucky it was me who found it. If this fell into the wrong hands, this conversation would be going a very different way right now.”
Relief floods through my veins. I was mostly concerned for her. Okay, I was also concerned for me. If she ended up hurt because of this, I’d never forgive myself. I open my arms, hoping she’ll fit into them.
She hesitates a beat before settling on my lap. “I’m sorry. I really am.”
“I know. I’m also sorry.”
“Why?”
She shrugs as she blushes. “I could have told you I found it that night, but I wanted to teach you a lesson. It was a mean thing to do.”
“Mean?” I shake my head in disbelief. She is always more concerned about me.
“You’ve been really out of sorts these past few days. I’ve noticed, the guys have also. I feel bad.”
“Babe, I’m lucky you didn’t
“You can take a warm bath in a few minutes.”
“How about…” she places a kiss on my neck, “we get naked…” another kiss is planted below my ear, “and watch that video?” Her last kiss is placed on my lips.
“Or make a new one?” I counter pathetically.
She swipes her thumb across my bottom lip, but doesn’t respond to my idea. It’s been days since we made that video. Normally, I would have forced her to watch it by now.
“You want to watch it? You never want to watch it.” She would never suggest we watch it on her own.
“Ok, I can’t deny that it is a turn on.”
Huh ? Now she tells me.
She winks as we enter our suite to get ready for bed. I need to come clean. I might as well get it over with. Sweat dampens my armpits and the base of my spine. Am I afraid of my wife? Fuck, yeah. She securely holds my balls and their well being in the palm of her hand. That doesn’t make me a pussy. That makes me a very smart man.
When she climbs into bed beside me, she smells amazing and looks completely fuckable.
“No bath?”
“No. I’d rather cuddle with you and watch that video.”
I decide I need to fess up. “Um, Babe? I need to tell you something.”
She moves away to sit facing me. “Yes, Hunter?”
“Um…I love you. You know that?”
She nods, folding her arms in wait of my announcement.
“I would never do anything to hurt you, intentionally at least.”
She quirks up an eyebrow, watching silently as I run my palms over the comforter, swallowing audibly, and even grip the back of my neck trying to buy time. She just sits and waits, not helping me out at all.
“Um…”
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck .
“Um…I kind of lost the SD card from the camera.”
Her face blanks of all emotion. My initial thought is she’s in shock, or she’s trying to figure out the easiest way to kill me. After several very long, torturous seconds, I decide to take her hand. Touching is good.
“Babe? Did you hear me?”
“I heard you.”
“I’m sorry.” She pulls her hand out of my grip. “I had it in our suite in Milan. It never left the suite,” I blurt out an excuse, and then another and another. When she continues to stare at me impassively, I plead, “Say something.”
“Do you now understand WHY I had my reservations with your stupid, kinky fetish?” I scrub a hand over my face, nodding like a child who is being scolded. “Especially while out in the real FOREIGN world and not in the privacy of our own home?”
“Yes. I’m sorry, Babe. I fucked up. It kills me to know this could hurt you. I never intended for it to hurt you. I am just so in love with you, so in love with us, I can’t get enough.”
Pity flashes in her eyes. Maybe she won’t kill me after all. I think if that were her plan, I would no doubt be on a stretcher by now. She quietly gets up off the bed and moves to the closet to grab her bag off the shelf. I watch as she digs in one of the pockets and produces an SD card.
“Wait, is that my card?”
“When you went in to take a shower, I noticed this sitting on the rug waiting for someone to snatch it up. You, Mr. Amatto, are very lucky it was me who found it. If this fell into the wrong hands, this conversation would be going a very different way right now.”
Relief floods through my veins. I was mostly concerned for her. Okay, I was also concerned for me. If she ended up hurt because of this, I’d never forgive myself. I open my arms, hoping she’ll fit into them.
She hesitates a beat before settling on my lap. “I’m sorry. I really am.”
“I know. I’m also sorry.”
“Why?”
She shrugs as she blushes. “I could have told you I found it that night, but I wanted to teach you a lesson. It was a mean thing to do.”
“Mean?” I shake my head in disbelief. She is always more concerned about me.
“You’ve been really out of sorts these past few days. I’ve noticed, the guys have also. I feel bad.”
“Babe, I’m lucky you didn’t
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