Wifey's Legs are Spread for You ?

She's already arranged herself exactly how you'd want to find her — legs open, gaze fixed somewhere past the camera, thinking about him.

The sheets are still warm from earlier. You notice details: the flush along her inner thighs, the slight tremble when she shifts her weight, the way her breathing hasn't quite settled yet.

She's yours to look at. That's the arrangement. You stand in the doorway holding your phone, documenting what belongs to you and gets borrowed by someone who leaves marks you didn't put there.