You want more of her

Her job done, Jennifer began to push herself off the bed. Like a viper, your hand lashed out and grabbed her wrist.

"You're exhausted. Stay and rest for a while," you whisper. Normally she would never do such a thing. But after coming down from the most intense orgasm of her life, Jennifer was indeed drained, even without your command. With a soft sigh, she laid down beside you.

"Why do you wear baggy clothes all the time?" you asked. "Why would you want to hide this beautiful body?"

"I hate people staring at me all the time," she replied. "Speaking of which, I should put on some clothes..."

"No, you like it when I look at your body," you said. "It makes you feel sexy and wanted. And if you're getting cold, I can keep you warm. Snuggle up to me."

Unconsciously, Jennifer shifted her body next to yours, and you reached over to rub her arm. "Okay... but I'm still not going to walk around with revealing clothing! I'm a married woman!"

"You're right," you said. "You're not some slut. You should only reveal your body to people closest to you."

"Exactly!"

"Like Marcus. And me."

"What?"

"Well, I was literally just inside you a moment ago. It doesn't get much closer than that does it? So you love showing off your body to me." You stared at her breast for a moment before reaching out and squeezing it.

"S-stop! What are you doing?"

"And if you're going to show off your tits," you continued as if she hadn't spoken. "I'm going to want to touch them. What man wouldn't? Now, tell me honestly, how does that feel?"

"Oh! That feels amazing!" Jennifer exclaimed. Then she covered her mouth in horror.

"See?" you said. "So it's a win-win situation.