My Wife’s Shameless Indulgence
My Wife’s Shameless Indulgence The night was cold and dark as I sat alone in our living room. The whispers of neighbors outside my window reminded me that it wasn’t just any ordinary Thursday—it was the eve before All Saints Day when things got a little…unusual around here. I glanced over at Sarah, sound asleep on her side of the bed wearing nothing but lacy black underwear and matching bra; she looked like an angel with fiery red hair cascading down onto her pillowcase—my very own seductive devil incarnate who had a penchant for pushing boundaries. A wicked thought crossed …
