I put on a short silky purple robe that due to it barely going past my ass I would have never worn in front of Paul before. But at this point not only was there no cause for modesty, but I loved the way he looked at me. No matter how much sex we had Paul always looked at me with hunger in his eyes.

I tied the robe, then slipping out of the room made my way into the kitchen and popped a K-cup into the Kuerig and let my mind drift over the last week as it brewed. Like the sex, everything seemed to be going a lot...