Your husband just came back home from the club, and passed out onto your bed. You grab a towel and a bowl of warm water and lift his shirt up. You turned your face, not wanting to peak.

You start from the top of his stomach and make your way down. Suddenly his hand stops your hand. His eyes were half awake as he leads your hand down to his V line. You froze.

“I’ll let you touch anything you want.” He huskily says, his eyes barely open.