I couldn’t stop my lust. I couldn’t stop making love to my wife, no matter where. I would do it in public restrooms, her parents’ house, my mom’s house, everywhere. Even when she looked up at me, her hand covering her mouth, I couldn’t stop.

I stood behind her as she made dinner. I massaged her hips, smiling when she tensed.

“What are you making, baby?” I murmured in a rumbled voice.

I ran my fingers down her back and leaned down to her ear.

“Smells good.” I whispered.