A New Year's Resolution

"Don't you remember," she asked so sweetly innocent, that I thought she was teasing.

I shook my head still staring at her. She had a beautiful body . . . up to a point. But then, even that didn't look too bad, in fact, it looked kind of . . . cute. She stretched out and shook her hair back, running her fingers through it. Very obviously, preening for my eyes.

"Well," she interrupted my inspection, "I met you last night. You was by yourself and some guy – or was it a woman – anyway this guy was really bugging the hell outta me and you asked him to stop and let me do my stuff. You were kind'a tipsy on your feet, but when that guy stood up and took a swing at you, you floored him – her? with one mean right hook, boy," she giggled and caressed my right hand affectionately, "you bought me with that punch," she pulled my hand to her face and kissed my knuckles gently, caressing my hand like she was caressing a soft, fuzzy kitten, "that was the kind'a stuff only a real gentleman does."

I sat up and looked around, almost expecting my wife to pop in through the bedroom door or out of the closet or bathroom.

"Was I alone?"

"Well, yeah," she giggled again, "why, did you have a date or something?"

"Or something," I pushed myself to the edge of the bed, "I thought I had my wife somewhere."

"Your wife!" she gasped, "ya mean you're married?!"

"Unfortunately," I nodded, "wish I wasn't, but I had my fat wife in tow most of the night. God knows for all I know, she might be sleeping in the other bedroom," I scrubbed my face with my hands, sighing deeply.

"Nope," she shook her head definitively, "ain't no one in here but you and me and your great big cock. Wanna fuck again before she gets home?" she looked at me hopefully.

I stared at her considering her offer, but then I regretfully shook my head. Her face showed her disappointment, but she reached under my pillow and fondled my prick, sighing as it began stiffening in her soft hand.