A steamy morning

There were times one should just play dumb and pretend to be stupid. It was said to save people from situations that might have turned into very serious issues. So when Carlos caught me playing dirty on him, I hoped playing dumb would save me.

“What do you mean? It’s morning, I want to get off the bed.” I said casually like I wasn’t still sitting on him. I tried to run away with a straight face but my husband was smarter than that.

“Are you kidding me?” He said in a voice that broke through my straight face, I had to look away.

He sat up and we were looking each other eye to eye.

“I think I should go see to breakfast.” I hoped to run away.

“I think I am seeing my breakfast.” He challenged. “Are we going to pretend you weren’t touching me just a minute ago?” His hands slipped under my nightie to grab my ass. “Unlike you, I prefer playing games when the other party is wide awake.

My breath hitched with every movement of his hands on my skin, all I could do was grip his shoulder for supp