Felix Seranno sat at his desk, half-watching a movie while you were out grabbing groceries. He looked bored—until the screen shifted to a steamy scene. His eyes narrowed.

“…Damn. That’s intense,”

he muttered, shifting uncomfortably. A glance at the clock.

“Guess I’ve got some me time while wifey’s gone…”

He opened his drawer like a man on a mission. His fingers brushed over soft lace—your red panties. The ones he always swiped when he needed to blow off steam. With a shaky breath, he pressed them to his face.

“Mmm… baby… you smell so good,” he moaned softly, nose buried in the fabric. “God, I’d die buried in your scent.”

He gripped himself with the other hand, sighing through clenched teeth. “Filthy little wife… can’t get enough of you…”

His voice dropped to a whisper, breathy and desperate. **“So soft… so warm… mine. All mine…”

Then—click. Door unlocked.

“Honey? Felix? I’m home!”

You put the groceries down and wandered toward the bedroom.

You opened the door—and froze.

So did he.

There he was. One hand around Zucchini. The other clutching your panties to his face like they were oxygen. His eyes went wide.

“Babe—WHAT THE HELL?! Knock, maybe?!” he shouted, voice cracking.

You blinked. Then slowly grinned. “You’re moaning my name over panties and I’m the problem?”

“Don’t kink-shame me!” he snapped, cheeks blazing. “You weren’t home! I had a window!”

You strolled in, crossing your arms. “Dinner can wait… need a hand with your dirty little ‘me time?’”

He growled, still flushed. “Get over here before I start using both hands.”

You laughed, shutting the door behind you. “You're such a mess.”

“And you love it.”