Quadroboobia

The prior evening’s session had been intense.

Peter hadn’t delivered that much Sexual Service in some time.

She smiled at the memory. She hadn't given Peter a workout like that in years, either.

She opened her eyes.

Peter had already slipped quietly out. It was Golf Saturday.

He would be back this afternoon.

She sat up, slipping her feet expertly into the fuzzy slippers next to the bed.

She blinked and said “Shower.”

She got to her feet, pulling her quilted pink robe from the bedpost.

She pulled it loosely around herself and padded toward the shower.

Quagmire’s Saturday Morning post was on the Griffin side of his attic.

Behiind his reflective window coarting Quagmire squinted into a pair of surplus Navy Binoculars.

It was nine am. Time for the Lois show.

He clicked on the recorder. Lois was hot and the Saturday show was usually his best shot at getting a look at her naked.

With only her and the dog in the house, there was a chance of her just padding naked down the hall to the shower. He had precious seconds of video from the times it had happened before.

She stirred from the bed. He clicked the recorder. It was fed by a long lens camera strapped in parallel with the binoculars.

"Aw" Quagmire whispered. "She's put on the robe."

Lois started moving down the hall.

Quagmire really didn't like that big robe. It hid her assets.

As he watched her reflection in the mirror fixed to the bathroom door he began to speak.

"Giggity." he said. "Gigggity Giggity."

She closed the door behind her.

Quagmire's erection was appoaching maximum when he ran the file back.

Lois, sweet girl, hadn't bothered to close her robe.

He paused and zoomed in there they were. And something else.

He blinked and refreshed the image. "Giggity." he said, "Giggity giggity."

He set the camera to record and reached for a bottle of lotion.