Chapter 118: There’s Nothing We Can Do

"Is that a roll of quarters in your pants, or are you just happy to see me?" Addison purred as Bryce cuddled up behind her in bed.

"It's half dollars, baby, get it right."

"My apologies for offending you and your raging hard on."

"My raging hard on demands that you show it how sorry you are," he told her next to her ear as his arm worked its way up under her thin top and explored her breast.

Addison wiggled her butt against his erection and moaned as his fingers plucked her nipples. As his other hand started to work lower, Addison pushed her hand between them and squeezed her husband's hard dick that was only being held back by the underwear he had on.

"Damn, babe, I love your hands on me." He pushed his hips into her grip and then slid his hands into the front of her panties, "Mmm, it turns me on to know that you're that wet because you want me to fuck you."

"Gawd, Bryce, I do. Please," she moaned.

"Soon."