Spying On My Roommate

I hug them a little longer and then pick them both up, one in each arm. They giggle as I carry them into Isabella’s room.

Lindsay is sitting in the rocking chair, looking as beautiful as ever as she feeds our four-month-old baby.

I walk over and kiss Isabella on the head and then kiss my stunning wife on the lips.

“Welcome home,” she whispers with a tired smile.

Three kids at home all day. She must be exhausted.

That’s where I come in. I’m going to play with my girls for a bit, then clean the house while making dinner. My beauty won’t have to do a thing.

Six years in with my roommate and we’ve never looked back. Things have never been better.

After I put the kids to bed and draw her a nice warm bath, I’m going to show her just how much I love her. Just how much I need her. Just how much she still drives me crazy with lust.

I’ll show her like I do every night.

I’ll show her that’s she’s still all mine and always will be.

The End!