Chapter Six
“Ta-Daaa!”
I looked at my wife as she stood in our in the doorway of the en-suite leading to our bedroom. After being strangely muted on the short cab-ride back from the restaurant, she had disappeared into the bathroom and, by the time I was naked and in bed, contrived to emerge in a black and transparent teddy. She was minus panties and her shaved p***y was visible where the garment containing her hour-glass body ended, her lovely breasts and perfect n*****s showing clearly in the cosy light of a bedside lamp.
“What do you think?” she asked, sounding for the first time in a while – at least in the bedroom, like the Terry of old. Then again, it wasn’t as if she had been depriving me of the quantity of our conjugals. Far from it. If anything they’d increased in frequency. Th
