Promise

"You sure you'll be okay up here?" my wife asked just before turning out the light.

I nodded. "I...I think so," I said, trying not to grimace, trying not to let her know how I ached between my legs.

"He doesn't know you'll be up here," she said, "so you've got to be quiet no matter how long he stays."

"I...I know," I said, staring at her firm ass, seeing her breast through the sheer fabric.

"It's too tight, isn't it?" she asked, looking between my legs.

"No," I lied.

"Hon..."

"It's fine," I said.

"I should have let you out."

"No!" I said it too loud, to fast. "I...it...it's better like this, really, I...if I'm out, I'll..."

She frowned. "You really can't help it, can you?"

I shook my head. "No," I said.

"You promise to be quite...silent..."

"I promise," I said.

"He's...loud."

"I know."

"Love you."

"Love you, too."