We rarely went out. Tonight, kids with the babysitter, I picked an intimate restaurant. ‘Wine and Jazz’ night. Dim lights, spaced tables for whispers. Bourgogne flows, warming our blood. Singer croons Natalie Cole, Katie Melua, Ella. My wife shines in black pants, heels, white blouse. Classy, sensual. Her mĂ©tisse body: arrogant tits, plump ass, muscled thighs, flat belly, curly mane, angel pussy under dark frizzy bush. Full lips, playful eyes. She’s maddening, cock-hardening.
Blouse hints at lacy bra. Black and beige, sexy. Table behind us laughs. She’s tipsy, eyes sparkling wicked. Mid-meal, her gaze drifts over my shoulder. Voice husky: ‘I’m hot.’ Undoes a button. Giggles at nothing—or someone. Server refills, eyes on her cleavage swell. His glance hits me hard. Delicious twist in my gut. Her skin glows amber scent, like summer sweat.
The Fever
Fingers toy buttons. Another undone. Not slutty, but magnetic. All males stare. She’s loose, drunk-hot. Man behind: ‘She’s wasted, horny.’ My cock throbs. Jealousy stings sweet. Proud of her bold allure. Heart pounds. Servers rotate, eyes feasting on her brunette fire.
She rises for bathroom. Ass sways exaggerated, pants taut. I crave slamming her doggy on a table, ripping thong, fucking amid stares. Back, blouse gaps wider. Bends to sit—tits spill. Whispers admire. Blood rushes south.
Home. Urgency consumes. Rip clothes. Grip her fat ass cheeks. Cock rams deep, balls slapping. Pound her pussy bottom, relentless. She quakes, never lasted this long. Her orgasm hits savage—body shakes, screams raw, pussy clenches vise-tight. I explode, flooding her.
Skin slick, hearts racing. Collapse, her curves pressed hot to me. Afterglow burns. That night replays weeks: her exposure, strangers’ eyes, my twisted thrill. Mind wanders. Home, I stalk glimpses. Blouse gaps—firm tits peek. Tight pants bend—ass cracks tease. Jupe hikes—thigh silk, panty lace shadows her mound, frizzy hint.
Buy lingerie arsenal. Strings vanishing in cleft. She lounges, legs spread—lace triangle molds pussy lips. Cock aches all day. Massages turn foreplay. Oiled hands knead ass, thighs. Spread her, pussy lips beg tongue. Forbidden rosebud winks—finger slips, near cum.
The Blaze
Shave her bare, save pubis tuft. Scissors snip, lips part, metal chills. Foam spreads, razor glides. Legs wide, indecent. Rinse, devour: suck swollen lips, tongue-fuck velvet, finger-probe.
Friends’ parties: she squats for baby, low pants—string peeks. Men’s eyes devour. Backlit dress translucent—pussy outline cameltoe. Colleagues picnic: tailleur shorts gape, panty molds sex.
Doctor visit: PJs sheer. Shirt up—underboob, stiff nipples. Pants down—pubes curl. Flips, ass bare—fesses palpated, thumb near crack. Heart hammers.
Summer beaches: skimpy bikini, shaved lips bulge wet. Waves flash tit. Park flashes, no panties. Cafe Sorbonne: skirt parts, no panties. Legs uncross for Italian stranger. Thighs part—pink wet lips gleam. She smiles haughty, owning gazes.
Drive nude, hand in pussy. Truckers glimpse. My perfect voyeur wife. Obsession feeds endless fucks.