Middle of the night. I awake. Pitch-darkness.

She's snoring. I caress her belly. She stirs.

I cup her breast. Her angelic chuckle.

She whispers she wants me. Pulls my arm. My body follows.

I slide in. She's so wet. Always is. One part of her I love.

She begs me to come inside her. I release. She follows. Always does.

I roll off her. Look at her. Can't see her. Still pitch-darkness. I know she's looking back.

I cup her face. My heart almost stops. Something is wrong.

The door creaks open. Slowly. First, just a silhouette.

My wife enters.