I was Now Truly Her Bitch Pegged
Monica and I lay in our bed, holding onto one another, our bodies slick with a sheen from the after-glow of our lovemaking. I was thankful to have a lover like her and even more thankful that she was my wife. Feeling especially close to her, I told her there was something I wanted to ask her. Seeing my hesitancy, when I didn't immediately follow-up with my question, she asked, "What is it? Is something wrong?""No, no nothing's wrong. I just don't know how to say this," I stammered and still...