“I have a present for you.” There is sly mischief in my wife’s sultry voice.

I hear the seductive click of her heels crossing the tile.

“Kiss me,” she whispers.

I feel warm salty breath as our lips connect. I inhale the moist, heady scent as she beguiles her way into my mouth.

Our tongues dance, twisting and turning playfully as I immerse myself in her gift, savouring the adulterous offering. With a moan, I welcome its slippery, delinquent texture.

Her delicate fingers stroke my hardness.

“There’s more,” she murmurs enticingly. “If you want it…”

Like a volcano, I erupt.