Wondering

I was sitting in the bedroom pretending to look at my phone by trying to subtly watch my wife of a year as she stood in the bathroom putting on makeup.

"What are you doing?" she asked as she leaned over the sink to put on lipstick.

"N...nothing," I said, embarrassed she caught me staring at her.

"Nothing?" she asked, leaning over more and standing on her toes so her ass was perfectly framed by her thong. "Looks like leering to me."

"I'm not leering," I lied.

She set her lipstick down, turned to me, smiled. "What's on your phone?" she asked.

"What's on my phone?"

"Yea, what are you looking at?"

"I...I don't know," I said, knowing I was caught.

"Like I said...leering," she teased.

I was red-faced, didn't know what to say, looked down. "What...what are you two doing tonight?" I asked.

She shrugged. "Angie wanted to go to some club for a drink."

"What kind of club?" I asked.

She shrugged again. "Don't know, Angie's driving. You don't have to wait up, I don't know what time we'll be back."

I bit my lip, looked down. "You...you can wake me when you get home," I said.

She looked over, smiled a teasing smile. "Wake you?"

"You...you know," I said, "like...like last time."

Last time she went out with Angie she came home tipsy. Not drunk, but certainly not sober, either. She woke me up climbing into bed, kissed me. "What...what are you doing?" I asked.

"I'm horny," she said with a giggle.

I was half asleep. "Horny?" I asked, not used to her talking like that.

"Yea," she said, moving on the bed. Before I woke fully, she was on top of me, her panty covered crotch on my face. I didn't realize it at first, I was groggy, but she was musky and damp and when she pulled her panties aside, her hairs where matted, her taste strong, different.

My brain screamed at me that something was wrong, screamed at me to push her off, stop her. But I felt her take my erection between her hands and whisper down at me. "You're so good at that," she said, "so good at licking pussy."

I licked her for over half an hour; licked her soaked pussy. Gradually the taste changed, softened, tasted more like her.

"It might be late," she said.

"I...I don't care," I said, wondering if it would be the same again, wondering if she'd come home tasting different, wondering what it was, who it was, wondering.