A little off

You find Molly sitting where you left her just staring off into space. It's as if she's in a trance. It's very unlike her to sit and do nothing. You have to assume she's started to change.

"Hey, honey?" You ask, waving to get her attention. She looks over at you and smiles.

"Hi, babe!" She replies cheerfully.

"How are you feeling?" You slowly approach her.

"Ya know, I actually feel like...really good," Molly answers. Your wife has always been somewhat bubbly but this definitely doesn't sound normal for her.

"Ok well why don't you come with me to the bedroom? It's pretty late and you know how important sleep is." You try and not sound suspicious.

"Yeah, like, no thanks. I'm not tired. How about you fuck me on the dinner table instead?" She suggests without batting an eye.

You can't deny how hot her request was. You're rock hard in a near instant. Not that it takes an excessive amount of blood flow to get your pecking standing up straight. You imagine that having sex with her in this state could be seen as a moral gray area, but she's also your wife. She's had sex with you loads of times. Besides, she doesn't seem that affected just yet.

"Alright, we can fuck. But after that you need to get some rest ok?" You say, acting like you're doing her a favor.

"Oh yes, sir" she mocks.

Molly takes her clothes off for you like it's a private strip show. The whole time she looks at you with hunger in her eyes, and even moans softly as she performs this tease. It's the hottest thing you've ever seen. She approaches you slowly, now completely naked, and runs her hand down your body. Her hand grazes your cock, then she gives it a playful tug. She's about to start the real fun when...uh oh. Your balls tighten, your knees wobble, and a rush of shame washes over you. You just came in your pants. Molly stares at you in disbelief.

"Um...did you just...I mean, like...you didn't already...," Molly is struggling to find the words. Genuinely speechless after witnessing your most emasculating moment ever.

You sigh and look to the floor, "Yeah...I did." You don't have to say any more. It's clear you're on the same page, and it's clear both of you wish you could jump off that page and find a better one. Molly's always been pretty supportive though. You're sure she won't make a big deal out of this.