"Weyn" Amy couldn't resist and she grabbed her husband's attention. They had been sitting on the sofa for almost an hour as he sat on Weyn's lap in front of him and his face sunk into his neck. Their position is strange, she is tickled because of the hot breath that hits her neck, she also doesn't feel comfortable with her femininity, she feels the bulge between her husband's thigh and it rubs against it. She swallowed and tried to get away from it but his hug with her tightened.

"H-aren't you going to work?" He asked trying to calm his trembling throat.

He bit his lower lip when he...