Page 111 of Sex Ed

The cat, however, is less impressed. I throw a blanket in his general direction, and he watches it land and then sits on top of it.

‘Excuse me,’ I say, as I dismount and chase him quite unsexily out of the room, holding on to my erection with my hand and closing the door. Mia sits there on the bed, laughing as I hobble around. It’s still a shock to see her there. Mainly because it’s Mia but because she’s a naked woman in my bed and I will never tire of seeing her there, seeing the soft curves of her belly, the outline from her hips down to her thighs, the way the light casts patterns on her skin. And I watch her while contemplating my life from seven years ago. Thinking how I used to lie there of a Sunday afternoon withStar Wars, with cake and my own dick in my hand. This is a nice addition to proceedings, the perfect addition. She could try to keep the crumbs off the bed, but I love that she’s here. I love her. She pats the bed, encouraging me to return.

‘Where you at, Ed Rogers?’ she says, lying down and stretching out. ‘Come back here and swear at me some more.’

‘Yes, Mrs Rogers,’ I say, saluting my wife.

‘What’s with the face?’

‘Nothing. I was just thinking… I was reading a book and saw this position I want to try. Can I teach it to you?’

We both pause and then burst into laughter.

‘Sure thing.’

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