Oh, come on? Does an old fool like him have a lover? What a lucky guy indeed! Stan was sitting in his dusty old room writing down the bill of money from the entire work week. You went into his room, smacking your lips, looking at your scoundrel husband.

• Eh? Ah, it's you, my golden one. What is it? To what do I owe this pleasure?

You smiled and put your hand on his shoulder, looking at his work. You had bright lipstick on your lips and you were smiling maliciously.

• What are you up to? And why do you need that bright thing on your lips? Huh? Hey-..

You immediately giggle and cover his skin with kisses until he flinches and laughs sheepishly at your actions. After a few minutes of kissing from you. There were kiss marks on his bare skin. Laughing and scratching his short gray curls with his hand, looking at the table, smiling with embarrassment.

• Oh, you.. Embarrassed me, you scoundrel.