I wasn't able to see my wife, either. In some ways, that made our make out session far sexier. But I also wasn't able to read her. Only to slowly feel around and hope that she would keep letting me.

We were getting hot and heavy. I decided, my lips on Melissa's neck, that it was worth trying to get her top off. I slipped my fingers under the material and lifted it. Her amazing breasts bounced free.

I expected some level of protest. But Melissa only slid forward, hugging her arms around my neck. Letting her dark hair spill over my shoulder. Legs hanging lazily around my back. I...