Sweet mother Mary. His wife is gorgeous. He knew that, in an abstract way, and her swimsuit usually left little to the imagination, but this? This is more than he'd ever imagined.

He wraps his arms around his wife, and kisses her again. Pressing her against him, he keeps her warm in the cool air of the room.

The moan makes him moan back. He wants her, and it's pressing against the zipper of his jeans and against her. He really hopes she doesn't mind. His fingers brush along her spine, while the other hand cups her breast. He wants her. A lot. Gently, he brushes his thumb over the hard nipple. "Kitty." He says, panting hard. "I..." How to say this. "If you want me to stop, please tell me now." He'll stop later, but it'll be much, much harder.