She sighs and nuzzles her nose under my chin. “If I were on here looking for a couple to date, those dimples would get me.”

I swallow, and Nadia licks up the column of my throat. “Get you to what?”

I feel her smile against my neck, and then her hands are on my chest, and she’s shifting on the couch, moving down. “Fuck.” I practically throw my laptop onto the couch next to me, out of the way, so nothing is standing in the way of Nadia and my dick.

“Wait.” Nadia’s on all fours, her palms pressing into my thighs, so close to my dick. “We’re doing this tonight.”

I nod quickly. “We sure the fuck are,” I say, humping my dick up into the air. Only Nadia can get me this hot this quick.

She rolls her eyes and turns to my laptop.

It takes me an embarrassingly long moment to realize what she means. “Oh, that. Now?”

Nadia’s hands move to the elastic waistband of my sweats, and her fingers curl over the edge. The blunt tips of her nails graze my pubic hair. I whimper.

“Now,” she says, pulling at my pants and underwear.

I lift my hips to help her. My head falls back at the absolutely feral way Nadia licks her lips when my dick pops free. My usually reserved wife, who walked through the door with tired eyes and a weak grin, looks completely reborn when she spreads her mouth as wide as it will go and sucks me into her throat.

“Holy fucking shit.”

She hums around me.

I lose myself in the soft silk of Nadia’s tongue and the tight grip of her hand at the base. We’ve been together for fifteen years, and she’s sucked my dick more times than I can count, but every time, it’s like her throat is brand-new, and I feel like a nineteen-year-old virgin again, ecstatic that someone besides myself is touching me.

“Oh my God,” I groan, and then the warmth of her mouth disappears.

“The computer, Darren,” she huffs, reminding me why we’re here. She’s out of breath, and there’s a trail of spit connecting her mouth and the head of my dick. She collects it and uses it to jack me off a few times before her head descends again.

I scramble for the computer because we both know I’ll do anything to keep Nadia’s mouth, hands, or pussy wrapped around my dick, but even as I move a shaking finger to the trackpad, I’m not sure how I’m supposed to pay attention to the screen when my wife is trying to suck the soul out of me through the head of my dick.

“Mmmm,” Nadia hums around my shaft.

“Shit,” I hiss, and my head falls back.