Cuts

Curtis opened the bedroom door. "Claire?" he called out. 

 "In the kitchen," she responded. 

 Curtis buttoned his jeans and started walking down the hall. "That handjob you gave me earlier, while extremely appreciated and amazing, was pretty vicious. You actually cut the base of my shaft. I had to put some Neosporin on it just now. It's pretty ghastly, actually." As he was finishing tightening his belt, Curtis wandered into the kitchen to find his wife, covering her blushing face with her hands, and four of their friends drinking glasses of wine. It's not that he was the type of guy to forget they were having company; he just wasn't the type to remember. 

 "How much did you all just hear?"