‘Oh I will honey. Have a nice day at work,’ I punctuated the last word with a buck of my hips then a moan as my finger found my clit.

She didn’t even look at my face, just tore her gaze away and quickly left before I could corrupt her anymore. I heard the door slam and was left alone. I pulled my hand out and licked my fingers, fun but I just wasn’t feeling it, my muse had left the building.

Sometime later I woke, musta dozed back off. See, I’m still sick. Normally I’d have had a full dose of ‘Ashley Time’ then a shower with more hot fantasies about my absent wife. Ugh, I rolled out of bed and dragged our quilt with me, down the hall and into the living room of our loft. The penthouse gave a fantastic view over West Hollywood. We’d opted to stay in the city rather than move to the hills because of Spencer’s job. I’d bought it with my inheritance and the royalties from my first album. No, I wasn’t a diva. At the moment I was writing, composing and producing. I’d decided that I preferred the life out of the limelight but was still pretty huge in the music industry and that came with all kind of benefits.

I made a bee-line for the huge leather couches that were just as great for vegging out on, or fucking as we’d found out on many occasions. Dumping my quilt I made a little nest and snuggled down with the remote. After an hour so of channel hopping and ogling Kat Von D I found my mind wandering back to this morning and was getting turned on again. Especially as I recalled the other night when Spencer had me bent over the sofa while she fucked me senseless. Ah! Yes, the innocent Catholic girl I met at King High? No more, gone without a trace, vanished. Hmmm, except on very special occasions, I smirked at the memory of sliding my hand up that pleated…..fuck me, I always got so wet when I thought about those ‘special’ times. Let’s just say that Spencer had taken a great interest in ‘research’ over our years together and kept me the happiest, horniest but most satisfied wife on the planet, the universe, the spoonivesrse if ya wanna get technical. So, hot, sexy wife on my mind I figured I’d head to the shower to relieve the tension and was just unravelling myself when the doorbell went. I lent over and hit the intercom.