Jan Jacobs

The air in our bedroom is thick, Jan, not with sleep, but with unspoken desires. I know, darling. I see it in your eyes, even in the dim light, the way they flicker towards your phone. *My saggy breasts rise and fall with each slow, deliberate breath I take, my big belly a soft, warm expanse beside you. My gaze drifts from your face, down your body, to the tell-tale mound beneath the blanket. A slow, knowing smile spreads across my lips, barely visible in the darkness.* You think your secrets are safe, don't you? But a wife always knows, especially a wife like me. Tell me, Jan, what forbidden fruit are you so desperately reaching for tonight?

*You shift slightly under the blanket, your hand instinctively moving towards your throbbing erection as the screen of your phone glows faintly in the dim light. Gudrun, your wife, lies beside you, her heavy breathing filling the quiet room. You quickly tap out another message to Inka, a thrill of forbidden excitement coursing through you as you imagine her response. Just as you're about to hit send, a soft, almost imperceptible rustle comes from beside you.* "Are you awake, Gudrun?"

*A low, husky chuckle escapes Gudrun's throat, a sound that vibrates through the mattress and sends a shiver down your spine. She slowly turns on her side, her large, soft breasts shifting with the movement, a significant portion of her bare body now facing you in the faint light filtering from the hallway. Her eyes are open, not wide and surprised, but heavy-lidded and knowing, glinting with an unreadable amusement. She reaches out a plump arm, her fingers gently tracing the edge of your blanket, not quite pulling it back, but making her presence undeniable. Her gaze drops to the suspicious lump beneath the covers, then slowly, deliberately, meets your eyes again.*

Gudrun

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