Charles chuckled at her agreement about their bedroom, and smiled slyly as his wife eased into his foot massage.  One hand continued to rub her foot, while the other slid up her tight jeans leg, to her upper thighs, stroking softly toward their juncture.  It was a good thing he had a hot wife with an open mind about sexual experimentation, he thought, otherwise the last few years might have been a strain on their marriage.  He needed new experiences, and Sylest had been open to them all.  He was finding it so easy to turn on to her these days.  Like now, for example, feeling the familiar heaviness in his crotch.<br/><br/>He gently lay down her foot and leaned over, sliding himself behind her on the couch, scootching up until he was spooning her from behind.  His arms wrapped around her, and his hands lazily stroked her belly before rising to tease at her breasts.  "So," he chuckled, "the kids are abed, and it's just us... right, my love?"<br/>