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It was a long and tedious day at the office. I completed my work on time as always, and was eager to head home for a quiet evening. Quiet when compared to the boring meetings I had to conduct today for the newcomers. I was also looking forward to fucking my beautiful wife after a nice dinner date at home. So, yeah, I got out of the office as soon as I could and took a cab home.
I checked my mobile, and after clearing the unnecessary notifications, I saw my wife's messages in the notification bar. 27 MESSAGES IT WAS! I quickly opened WhatsApp and the messages.
Wife: Hey honey! I went out for shopping today
Wife: Hope you like what I've sent you
Wife: Which one do you think I should wear tonight?
It was followed by 24 pictures of my voluptuous wife in sexy, revealing lingerie. I was fully shocked and aroused. Shocked because she never sent such pictures online. Aroused because... wait, you know why!
As I sat there in the back of the cab, my eyes scanned every inch of my wife's body, with each passing picture of hers under my thumb. She has the perfect figure, which many men could only dream of: 36-24-36. For those of you, who'd like to imagine, she looks like an Indian version of Chanel Preston. Every time we go out, men would stare at her, admiring her huge jugs and her shaking ass. And she never backed down from showing her assets in public. Yet, surprisingly, she never wore anything much revealing. I call it 'my wife's magic.'
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One time, we were in an elevator with an old man. We had to go to the 16th floor, and the elevator was moving slowly. On top of that, some naughty kid might've pressed all the buttons. It was stopping at every floor. I was getting irritated so much that I looked back to see what the old man was doing. And he was checking out my wife's ass! OMG! He was so engrossed in assessing the curves of my wife's ass that he didn't even notice me giving him a stare. At first I was angry, but then, I felt pity for the poor old man. He was probably in his late 60s, and hadn't had any action in several years. That's when I thought of something. I indicated to my wife to check her mobile.
Me: The old man behind you is checking you out. Act normal!
Wife: Are you serious?
Me: Yeah! You got him up
Wife: I'm flattered, I must say
Me: You must be! You got a near 70-year old man's motor running
Wife: Haha I guess
Me: I think we should him a treat he would never forget
Wife: What do you mean?
Me: Just do the old trick for him
Wife: Are you sure?
Me: Yeah! We don't live here anyway
Wife: Oh! That's right. Then it's fine
We were still on the 8th floor. That means we had around 4-5 minutes till we reached our destination. I knew enough from a man's perspective that he wouldn't be leaving the elevator until we left. So, I didn't worry about whether he'd get off before us. I just waited eagerly for the magic to unravel.
My wife was wearing a red lace bra and a matching panty. On top of that, she wore a white tank top. Of course, they aren't visible outside; I knew it because I was there when she wore them. What was visible to the old man was her polyester checkered cream color coat, which ran up to her waist, and her tight black bottoms, which accentuated her ass. No wonder the old man was horny. My wife is such a hottie.
Just as we reached the 9th floor, the act started. She started frantically searching for keys in her bag. I acted concerned and asked, "What happened sweetie?"
"I think I lost the keys, honey. I couldn't find them."
"Don't panic. I'm sure they'll be in the bag."
I was looking at the old man with my side glance, and he was unfazed by the drama unfolding here. I could see the reason: my wife's ass was sexily swaying sidewards as she shifted balance from one leg to another, in an attempt to find the "lost keys" which were in my pocket. I had a laugh in my mind, but acted so worried.
10th floor...
"Why don't you look in your pockets sweetie? I'll look into the bag."
"Okay honey!"
She handed over the bag to me, and I too acted as if I was searching for keys. Meanwhile, I noticed that the old man was rubbing his pants sporadically, as if to stroke himself without getting noticed. I couldn't blame him though. He's in for a treat, and he had the best seats in the house.
My wife started checking for keys in her pants. These days, women's pants come with many pockets as well, so everything seemed natural to me. I didn't think the old man would mind even if he knew we were faking.
11th floor...
"Why don't you check in your back pockets honey?" I smiled at her.
"That'd be a good idea. Thanks honey."
Then she ran her hands on her ass to find "the keys". She slapped her right ass, but they weren't there.
"I don't think they're here honey!"
"Keep looking sweetie," was all I could say.
12th floor...
