With an urgent groan, she pawed at the bed cover, pulling it down off her shoulder, then down further, until she was naked to the waist.

Troubled and frowning, her sleepy eyes still closed as if their lids were pasted down, she shook her head and rolled onto her back. Her lips parted and she exhaled slowly, then inhaled, her breasts rising. He stood and watched, the light seeping through the venetian blinds so faintly the room seemed gray, which made his wife look like she was acting in some old black-and-white porn movie.

She lay topless on the bed, her lips in a frown, as if she was having a bad dream. Actually, she was suffering from the flu, and her fever had not yet broken.

Somehow, seeing her naked when she was unaware was making him horny. He had slept on the couch all night again. They... Read More