I love my wife, and we still fuck. So, why am I tempted? 

It started with a lingering look between us. Playful words with sexual undertones followed… touches excused as accidents. I knew I was running with scissors but wouldn't douse the embers. 

Now, she sits in the chair, her legs splaying. "I'm yours… if you want me."

Will her lipstick stain me?

Does she like her nipples bitten?

How tight is her pussy?

Will she like my thumb in her ass? 

How many screams 'till she cums? 

Curiosity slides my hand up her thigh. Just one touch…