It was sexy time. We were freshly showered and naked in the bedroom. I jumped onto the bed and with my wife still standing at the foot of the bed, I spread my legs in what I imagine, were she to make the same gesture, an invitation to dine.
I was, without a shred of subtlety, but with what I hoped was a little comedy, asking her to start the afternoon’s delight by whetting her appetite by… wetting my balls… with her tongue.
