My wife kept a stash of romance novels in a secret compartment behind her bookshelf. I told her she didn't need to hide her literature from me and that I'm fully understanding of her kinks. She told me that they are secured for my safety.
I thought, "How bad could these possibly be?" and sneaked into her study one day while she was at work and broke into the stash.
I Picked up the first one I saw. It was an erotic tale about a woodsman living in a secluded cabin who picked up a maiden who had gotten lost walking in the woods. He offered her shelter until the snow cleared up and he could help find a way back to her castle.
Halfway through the book I heard a noise, my wife was home and coming through the door. I set the book down and realized I'm not going to be able to sneak away from this situation unnoticed.
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