Gift for myself.

"Oh. Emily and I have discussed this actually. Gifts should go to who you're at the wedding for. In this case, it'd be me." You smiled the slightest.

"Well that makes it easy then. A bottle of scotch will do." He laughed at his own joke and stood up. You stood up too.

"Alright, that'll be all Mark. I'll talk to you later." He said. You nodded before stepping out of the office.

You finished your work and left for home. It was dark by the time you pulled into the driveway. Emily was already home. You stepped into the front door and saw that you already had food on the bench. You went and collected a plate and found your wife on the lounge watching tv. You sat next to her and ate.

"How was your day?" She asked, routinely.

"Alright. I uninvited them." You told her, knowing that's what she wanted to know.

"Thanks hun..." She said, lightly squeezing your thigh. You shrugged nonchalantly as you continued to eat dinner and watch tv. Emily continued to rub your thigh until you finished your food. You got up, cleaned the dishes then showered before rejoining her on the lounge. She nestled against you and began to suck on your neck.

"How was your day?" You asked lamely as you ran a hand through her hair.

"Boring." She mumbled into your shoulder. She then wrapped a leg around your waist and sat atop of you while continuing to nestle against you. You felt your groin begin to stir, and just as your hands began to venture south, Emily climbed off and walked to the bedroom.

"I'm going to bed, good night." She said as the door clicked quietly behind her.

You had other things in mind. You stood up and walked to the door.