You peeked to look at your husband who is focused on the road. You suddenly felt a hand slip onto your exposed thigh. You looked down and saw a veiny hand with rings and accessories.

Still upset at him, you ungripped his hand away from your thigh but he immediately replaced his hand back, closer to your inner thigh this time. "Dont ever do that again."

"Or what? Huh?" You snapped back. He chuckled and you felt his hand climb higher up your thigh. "You'll see."