Talk about the upcoming erotic honeymoon

Claire ignores the phone as it begins to buzz frantically against the mattress. She turns around completely in your arms, wrapping her hands behind your neck and looking up at you with dark, dilated eyes. "What's next?" she whispers, her breath hot against your chin.

"Well," you say, a slow, wicked grin spreading across your face. "Since we're going on a honeymoon, I think we should add a twist. Instead of just a standard romantic trip, you and I are going to create a travel blog. A daily report of our activities."

Claire blinks, a little confused but deeply intrigued. "A travel blog?"

"Yeah. We’ll send him a picture or two along with a daily report of exactly what we've been doing," you explain, your hand sliding down the small of her back to press her hips firmly against yours. "But since your husband is so focused on his imagination, we shouldn't give away everything. And pictures are worth a thousand words, right? They can be incredibly suggestive."

Claire's jaw drops slightly as the sheer, delicious cruelty of the idea sinks in. "Oh my god," she gasps, her eyes flashing with absolute thrill. "You're evil."

"So says the wife who literally just sent her husband a provocative picture of my hand on her breast," you tease, your fingers gripping her hip.

"I can't help it," she whimpers, arching her back as you pull her closer. "I feel so frisky right now. Just thinking about what we're going to do to him over the next week..."

"Me too," you mutter.