Suffice it to say when her question reached my ears… I was horrified. But as my mind formulated an answer, Bette tapped me on the arm.

“Calm down… she asleep again,” she smiled.

“Huh?”

“You can put your panic face away… she wont even remember this tomorrow,” she laughed.

“You sure?” I asked looking down at Evan asleep in my arms again.

“Positive,” she smirked, ” now relax.”

My eyes hadnt left Evans sleeping form.

I couldnt believe she asked me that questioned. And what if she didnt forget about it? What was I going to tell her? I thought to myself laying flat against the mattress.

I sighed trying to clear my mind.

“Think happy thoughts,” I said to myself.

Like Bette naked. No, thats what got you into this predicament, I thought to myself.

*****

Tomorrow came and went with no mention of ***** from Evan. I was relieved. But very much wired. In preparing to answer Evans question if she ever asked it again, thoughts of Bette doing a strip tease played in my head. I had created my own ***** movie of my wife.

*****

The sound of the door banging against the inside of the house drew my attention immediately. The usually impeccably dressed Bette stood in the doorway of our home with her peach silk shirt untucked and unbuttoned. I sat on the couch with my feet resting on the small table in front of me unable to tear my eyes away from her fingers as they slid seductively down her chest and slowly down her tight stomach muscles. Hooking her thumb onto the skinny belt buckle, she splayed her hand open touching her pelvis. I gulped.