Me and my wife laugh as we take another round of shots in our living room. I shush her afraid to wake the sleeping baby. After our first child was born we had to find ways to have fun together that didn't always require a night out on the town. This usually included us getting drunk in our living room and watching our favorite movies. My wife tells me she will be right back and flashes a smile as she walks down the hall.
My wife returns wearing very tight purple silk across her breasts and purple crotchless panties. I catch my breath. For being 6 months postpartum she is stunning. My eyes travel her body, Her white skin so soft. Her black hair was a contrast against it. Her green eyes gleamed with excitement alcohol always turns her into a little slut. The purple silk pulled tight and high exposing her very large, soft white underboob. Her breasts are so large and full of milk. The blue veins visible against her pale skin advise anyone who sees them that she is breastfeeding. Her flat stomach is so soft and beautiful. Her legs were perfectly shaved just like her pussy and begging to be spread. At 25 years old she is very fit but curves in the best ways. My stomach is in my mouth as she walks to me and presses her red lips against mine.
I tell her she looks beautiful, and she stops, a frown on her face. What's wrong I ask. She responds quickly with, "I just feel so fat and ugly after the pregnancy, I hate how I look." No, you are freaking gorgeous I argue. She says that I "have" to say that cause I'm her husband. A plan forms in my mind, something I've wanted to try for a long time.
See I love showing my wife off before the baby she would wear whatever I told her. I always made sure it showed off her beautiful body, I know she loved the attention though, the heads that would turn would make her panties soaked, if I let her wear any that day.
I tell her I have a plan to prove to her that she is hot and anyone would agree. She takes another shot and looks at me intrigued. Ok so I'm going to order some pizza when the guy gets here answer the door just like that and we will see what he says. She laughs but agrees adamant that he will run away from her. I tell her I will stand around the corner in case anything happens but I won't interrupt and embarrass the guy. My wife agrees and we continue to drink.
Soon a vehicle approaches, I kiss my wife, and she stands by the door. I go around the corner and try to breathe softly and slow my heartbeat. I open the doorbell app so that I can see who is approaching. Out of a beat-up rusty car steps an 18-year-old pizza delivery driver. He is about 10 years younger than me lucky guy. As he gets closer I see that he is a very large guy, about 300 pounds, and his stomach is folded over the front of his pants, he has ugly pimples all over his face and his uniform is covered in pizza ingredients. My stomach lurches knowing this 18-year-old gross pizza boy is about to witness my wife's precious body.