My Life as a Wittol, Chapter Ten C

  The bright sun glared unwelcomely through the small opening in the curtains when CJ awoke mid-morning with a nagging headache. She sat up in bed as I handed her a cup of coffee. She pulled the sheet up to her waist but left her breasts uncovered and just the sight of my wife’s breasts brought back arousing images from the night before. I asked, “Did you have fun last night?” I laughed as