A long bath with her husband (part 2)

Initially, her attention was fixed on the task of cleansing his legs. A lucid realization settled within her: Egon was undeniably a breathtaking specimen, masculinity oozing from every inch of him. He embodied a potent allure, his physique a formidable weapon in itself.

And that formidable creature was exclusively hers.

Setting aside the damp cloth, she lathered a fresh coat of soap between her palms. Resolute in her intentions, she had to convey her purpose to him. After all, looking and touching remained two distinct matters altogether. This was his private area, and she needed his consent.

She looked long and hard at his erection.

Undisturbed, he granted her the space she required, maintaining perfect stillness. It wasn't until his penis began to twitch visibly beneath her intent scrutiny that Egon shifted his attention, looking down at her as she met his gaze.

"...The inquiries on my mind, is it all right if I shared them with you?"