My beautiful wife Jazzy and I were on holidays in Melbourne, Victoria, and Australia. We were walking around enjoying the sights hand in hand, but people walking past kept looking at us lustfully so I whispered to Jazzy.
"See how beautiful you are baby? No one can keep their eyes off you." Honestly I couldn't blame them for drooling because my beautiful wife she is a walking, talking, sexual fantasy.
She bit my earlobe and smiled against my ear as she whispered back.
"You are so silly baby, when you are around no one even notices me. You are so beautiful." I will admit to be good looking in a blonde surfer girl way. I am five foot two, long blonde hair, blue eyes, slim, C-cup breast, a tight butt and an all over tan. However, Jazzy was so wrong when she said that. Her Italian seductress looks were far sexier than my own. Her five foot three firm, slim, tanned body with D-cup breast, long jet black hair, and perfect tight bubble butt eclipses my looks. I am fine with that because she is all mine.
"You, my love, are seriously blind as to just how truly beautiful you are. You a goddess baby, one to rival both Venus and Aphrodite." I told her, looking deep into her eyes.
"You, my love, are biased," she said as she kissed me gently, tasting my mouth and sucking my tongue.
We came across the Catholic Archdiocese. I admired the old building and, being good catholic girls, we decided to go in. The church was empty apart from us, but we lit a candle and knelt to say our prayers. When we were done I noticed the priest was in the confessional box waiting to take confession. I look Jazzy over. She looked so sexy in her short denim skirt and pink top. She had an aqua black belt around her tiny waist. That's when a plan formulated in my mind. I leaned in and kissed her, biting her bottom lip then her neck as I undid her belt and bit her neck.
"Jamie, we can't do that here baby," she breathed, not putting up any effort to stop me.
I smiled against her neck, my plan all falling into place, I took Jazzy's hand and said,
"You are right, baby. Come with me." I led her to the confessional box, removing her belt.
"What are you up to my naughty, sexy wife?" She smiled at me.
I know my Jazzy is a wild girl and she is up for almost anything. I did know she was raised to respect the church and what we were about to do was very sinful but I was confident she wouldn't resist. When we got to the confessional box I fastened Jazzy's belt around the handle of the priest's door and pushed Jazzy inside the confessional side, pulling the belt tight so the priest couldn't escape.