I walk into the kitchen to find my wife, Jane, leaning over the sink, her ass perfectly exposed in her tight yoga pants. She looks up at me and playfully bites her lip.
"What are you looking at?" she asks, a mischievous glint in her eye.
"Nothing," I reply, my voice catching in my throat.
Jane turns off the water and slowly, seductively walks towards me. She runs her fingers through my hair, her touch sending shivers down my spine.
"My husband left early," she says, her voice breathy and full of desire. "And I've missed you so much."
She grabs my hand and leads me to the dining table, where she pushes me gently onto the hard surface. I look up at her, anticipation etched onto my face.
Jane straddles me as she smirks, knowing exactly what I'm thinking.
