Skeletons

Curtis

Jesus Christ.

Who the hell got my wife all riled up?

Forget that. What was with this strange obsession of wanting to grind my balls? I covered my crotch protectively.

“I’ll just take a shower.” I inched away from her and left the kitchen. By the time I left the shower, she was done cooking and she came to get me so we would have dinner together.

I had just taken off my towel when she entered the room without knocking. Her eyes bugged out before she could get the first syllable out.

“Uhm…” She cleared her throat while simultaneously turning away. “Dinner’s ready. I came to get you.”

“And you’re scared because you saw me naked?” I teased. “Baby, you’ve had this cock inside you fourteen hours ago.” My cock was already stiffening to life at the memory, and of course I’d kept track of the time. I had literally counted the hours until I could get back home to her.

I was right before. Angelica was a drug. A taste of her was all it would take for me to get addicted. I was certa