Lucien

When Lucien stepped out of the shower, he found his wife standing before the walk-in wardrobe, looking downcast.

He raised a questioning, bushy eyebrow, and she looked at him mournfully.

‘Lucien,’ she sighed. “None of my bikinis fit me anymore.’

He threw back his head and roared with laughter. Then he crossed to where she stood, draped in a fluffy pink towel, and yanked it down. Forcing her unwilling body against the wall, his hands cupped her large ...