It was late, we’d had a few drinks, and we were getting ready for bed. I had just finished brushing my teeth when my wife stepped out of the adjoining closet. I turned to face her, as she walked toward me wearing nothing but a sly smirk. She pressed her body to mine, backing me against the bathroom counter, and kissed me deeply. Her hand ran up the back of my neck and she pulled my ear to her lips.
“Do you want me to tell you about the time I hooked up with a guy at a party in college?” she whispered.
Her hand slid down my chest and found my hard cock. She looked me in the eye, tracing my bulge through my shorts.
“Yes,” I panted.
She kept her body pressed to mine, her hand lazily tracing up and down my shaft over my shorts, and her mouth near my ear as she whispered her story in a breathy voice.