Rachel getting a glass of water

Naked, my wet ass pressed up against the sliding glass door, I stand frozen.

Rachel with a glass under a running faucet stares at my exposed body and erection from the kitchen.

My arms and hands immediately dart to cover my cock, but it’s too late it’s engraved in her memory.

“Oh fuck. Sorry,” I mutter and turn around, showing her my ass like that’s any better. I slowly try to shuffle through the living room to the hall. I know there’s towels in the laundry room.

She must be too stunned to speak because she doesn’t say anything.

I come back out from the laundry room with a towel wrapped around my chest like a chick out of the shower. She still stands in the kitchen. She could’ve run upstairs but she stayed.

“Uh sorry again. There wasn’t a towel.” I remember my clothes on the concrete outside. Fuck. I should’ve at least put my shorts back on.

Rachel’s blue eyes connect with mine, even though they’re surrounded by exhausted they twinkle with excitement. “Don’t apologize. I just learned something new about you.”

I clutch the towel to me tightly. “What did you learn?”

Her eyes slowly lower to my waist. I realize my tight towel is showing off the outline of my erection. She doesn’t answer. She just smiles slyly. “I learned that Monica doesn’t lie when she brags about her husband.”

I quickly ran upstairs. I can’t take her beautiful gaze anymore. I know beneath the exhaustion she’s a sexy fucking Fox, and I’m so weak willed. A wink from her could make me ejaculate.

I crawl into bed with my wife. We spoon. My erection still rages. I rest it between her perfect cheeks.