Decisions
The young wife was on all fours, her husband’s cock stroking in her vagina, as frequently happened at six am on a weekday morning. He’d finish soon, shower, shave, and expect breakfast on the table. Reading the morning paper as he ate, then kissing her perfunctorily goodbye, he’d head for the train. A very routine beginning of the day. Evenings weren’t much more interesting except there was rarely any sex. That was just as well, as far as she was concerned, since the small mess he left in her...