28

Alex spent the past few hours upon returning home setting up the backyard for the dogs. He somehow managed to build two doghouses in one day and placed a bunch of obstacle courses around the backyard. Saying that he was excited about these new dogs was an understatement. Alex bundles up all the boxes and packaging before throwing them away.

He came back inside the house with his clothes completely soaked in sweat. He wanted to show the dogs right away but there were dead asleep in the living room. Alex took off his shirt and wiped off the sweat on his forehead with it. He threw his soaked shirt at me, making me gag in disgust.

"That's fucking disgusting, Alex!" I shouted at him as I throw back his shirt.

"We're covered in cum and sweat every time we have sex, but you're disgusted with a sweat-soaked shirt?" he said as he was slowly walking towards me, wet shirt in hand.

"What are you doing?" I asked, slowly stepping away.

"Nothing," he said with an innocent smile on his face.

He