"Damn, baby. You look amazing in a bikini. You'd look even better without it on," Alex said as he wrapped his arms around his wife's waist. Even without seeing her face, he knew she was smiling. He gave her a little peck on the shoulder.
"You say that every time I wear one," Vicky said. She leaned her head back and felt his lips on hers. She also felt something else. "After all these years, you still can't kiss me without getting hard."
"I'm married to the most beautiful woman on earth. What do you expect, baby?"
Vicky beamed. Alex always showered her in compliments and they still made her feel all giddy twenty-three years later. She also thought it was adorable that he still got so excited just to kiss her.
"I also get to look all this peach all day," Alex said, grabbing a handful of Vicky's fat ass. "Well, it's so big that it's more like a watermelon or a big bowl of gelatin."
Vicky could feel herself getting wet. She loved when a guy grabbed her ass, especially when her husband did it. Those soft hands with calloused fingertips, the talented hands of a pianist, with the caring yet firm grasp owned her. Even without looking at him, she knew that touch. It was Daddy's touch.
"Take me to that spot we were talking about," Vicky said before whispering, "Daddy."
Alex put his lips close to her ear, slightly brushing against it. She was even wetter. "On one condition," he said, "I want the best head that little mouth of yours can muster. Make me scream." His grip on her ass tightened.
Vicky moaned under breath. "Remember what I said," she told him before whispering, "Dad."
Alex kissed her blushing cheek. "Deal. Remember that I know what that mouth can do. I want something that would make those weak bitches you used to fuck explode in a second. I want that mouth to fucking worship my dick. You got that, baby?"