NIGELLA - IN BED WITH HUSBAND CHRIS<br/><br/>My question got the response I'd wanted as the magazine was dropped, instantly forgotten and Chris rolled onto his side to face me. His penis was semi-hard and I felt it against my thigh as his knee pushed my legs a little apart. His hand slid up my leg and under the short hem of the nightie to cup and squeeze my behind through my panties. I pushed forwards, grinding my crotch a little more against him and feeling my breasts squash almost flat between our chests.<br/><br/>He kissed me then and I opened my mouth to let him in, his tongue gently questioning as it entered to find my own and play with it. I sighed and used my tongue back, enjoying the slowly rising heat in my loins and the gently growing tingles there and in my nipples. I enjoyed the kiss, teasing him a little with my tongue-tip before pulling my face slightly away.<br/><br/><strong>"Uh… Mr. Schultz?"</strong>I asked in a fake, innocent and softly outraged voice.<strong>"Excuse me, but… your hand? It seems to be on my bottom. Are you a gentleman sir, or just a naughty molester?"</strong>I watched his face in the semi-gloom, my eyes wide and dark, a teasing smile on my lips.<br/><br/><strong>"A kiss is a kiss, and a cuddle is a cuddle, but you, sir, are a groper! I'll have to ask you to remove that hand!"</strong>My voice was soft and breathy, the slight hoarseness in it building with my mood. I was teasingly reprimanding him, but he knew our little games and though I would pretend innocence he would eventually do the manly thing and have me by force. A little roughness was what a woman liked, I was not a pervert or one of those awful people into being tied up, but just firing up Chris' male instincts with a bit of feminine come-on and then denial usually got him to assert his marital rights, which I liked.