It was a hot summer evening, and Sarah was getting ready for bed. She had just finished taking a shower and was standing in front of her mirror, drying her long, dark hair. She was wearing a lacy black bra and matching panties, and she couldn’t help but feel sexy as she looked at herself in the mirror.
She walked over to her bed and climbed under the covers, feeling the cool sheets against her skin. She closed her eyes and let out a sigh, enjoying the peace and quiet of her bedroom.
But she wasn’t alone for long. A few minutes later, she heard a soft knock at the door. It was her husband, Mark.
“Can I come in?” he asked, his voice low and husky.
“Of course,” Sarah replied, a smile spreading across her face.
