He was obsessed with this question. His drunken eyes were suddenly bright and wide open. If it weren't for his slurred speech, she would have thought that he was sober.
"Because you are my husband," she said with a smile.
"Honey?"
"You mean cuckold..." He thought self-deprecatingly then suddenly pressed her under his body.
Her startled eyes stared at him in shock.
He looked half-drunk. His lips slowly approached hers, closer, closer...
Just as he was about to kiss her, he suddenly lost consciousness.
She was so relieved. Her heart was in her mouth just a moment ago. After all, he was a man, and he was drunk. Even if she had used all her strength to push him away, she probably wouldn't have been able to stop him.
She laid him back down on the bed and tucked him in. There, all done.
The next morning, Chris woke with a bad headache. He rarely got drunk, and he hated the hangovers.
