“Your turn,” she panted, racking it, her bulge tight.

Ken loaded forty pounds, his broad shoulders taking the weight easy. He stood, smoothing them with both hands, thighs flexing, a rush of excitement hitting him–the way they felt daring yet polished, the black gleam making his legs pop, his abs flexing above as he moved. A soft smile curved his lips–Linda, he guessed, drawn despite herself–and he waited, his tall frame poised in satin and lace, ready for whatever came next.

Linda stood in the dark hallway, her bare feet cold on the hardwood, her hand gripping the doorknob to Ken’s room. “Now?”

“Yeah, now,Lustful Wife ” he said, stepping back and rolling his shoulders, feeling her muscles ripple under his command.