I glanced down at the bed — the massive wet spot beneath Gabriela's ass had spread even wider in the last few minutes, a dark, irregular oval soaked through the white comforter.
Thick white globs of my cum were still slowly seeping out of her gaping asshole, mixing with her own slick and the faint sheen of her earlier squirt residue that had transferred from her thighs. The whole area reeked — musky, salty, unmistakably sexual.
I cleared my throat casually.
"Oh, these bedsheets are a bit sweaty… please change them."
Then I gave Gabriela's ass a light, possessive pat through the thin sheet — right over the curve where my handprints still lingered red.
SMACK! (soft but audible)
"Wife… let's move to the couch. Let her change the bedsheets… they became all wet and smelly from last night's sweating…"
The word "sweating" landed like a slap.
