Duncan

Duncan yawned and stretched as he awoke from his nap, turning to glance at the clock and saw that it was early in the afternoon. He stumbled from the bed, pulled on a shirt and headed downstairs to find his wife reading a magazine on the couch. Coming up behind her, he ran both of his arms down her shoulders to her breasts and squeezed gently as she leaned up to him for a kiss.

"Have a good nap?" she murmured as he fondled her.

"Wonderful. I think I needed it. It's been such a long week." He kissed her neck and then hopped over the couch to sit...