7. It’s your wife, Rachel.

You pull up to see your wife’s car in the driveway. You catch a glimpse of Eliza lounging next to your neighbor’s pool and you notice that her parents’ cars aren’t in the driveway. You rack your brains to remember if they’re out of town. That could be an opportunity to file away for later. Afterall, you have their spare key.

You open your door to find your wife in the kitchen, starting to prepare dinner. Her pregnancy is just beginning to show and you’ve never found her hotter. You walk up behind her and wrap your arms around her waist, caressing her belly. She jumps, but realizes it’s you quickly.

“Hey!” She spins around to give you a playful tap on your chest. “You can’t scare a pregnant lady like that!”

“Sorry babe. You just looked so beautiful.”

She smiles, “how was work?”

“Good,” you think back on your conquests of the day, “Productive. How was yours?”

“Ugh, long. Not as productive.”

“I’m sorry babe, do you want help with dinner?”

“No, this is kinda therapeutic for me. And anyway I’ve almost got everything in the oven.”

She extricates herself from your embrace to place a casserole dish in the oven. She’s making some kind of chicken thigh and tomato something with rice and a salad. You survey the kitchen.

“Now that you’ve got everything in the oven, I can think of one way to get you off your feet.”

You advance on your wife as she turns to face you. You pick her up and place her on the edge of your countertop. You reach up under her dress and find her clit. You start teasing her as she groans.