I was sitting in the dark when my wife came downstairs. She was naked.
“Hey,” I said.
She jumped – startled, and then peered carefully into the family room where I sat, “You’re home early,” She said, before moving on into the kitchen.
She took a glass down from the cupboard, filled it with water from the faucet, and came in to sit down across from me.
“How was your movie?” She asked, taking a drink.
“Lame,” I said, “How was your date?”
She shrugged, not saying anything.
“He’s still here,” I said.
“Sleeping,” she said.
“You wear him out?” I asked.
She didn’t say anything.
“He staying?” I asked.
“No, I don’t think so. He’s got his kids tomorrow – early, he said.”
I sat looking at her.
She stood up, “Why are we sitting in the dark?” She said. She moved over and, leaning over me, turned the lamp on beside me. Her breasts swung forward and back pendulously. She smelled of sex – jizz and cunt, sweat and lube. She took my face in her hands, looked at me for a moment, and then bent and kissed me tenderly. Then she straightened and hugged my head to her abdomen. Her pubic hair tickled my chin.