"Oh, god, I'm glad you're home. I really need you," he heard his wife say from the guest bedroom as he was emptying his lunch purse of reusable food containers, putting them in the sink to wash. He heard the telltale sound of clicking high heels as she came down the hall and stopped in the doorway, striking a pose against the jamb one would see in an upscale girly magazine.
He turned to look at her, a crooked smile turning up on his face. She was the loveliest creature he'd ever seen. All these years being married and he still found her to be stunningly beautiful, particularly at times like this, her entire body blushing a wonderful glow from her recent activity. She epitomized lustful sexiness. Her plump breasts with pert nipples were faintly visible beneath the sheer black kimono robe she allowed to drape open. A matching lace garter resting on her curvy hips held her expensive silk stockings with satin straps. The stockings accentuated her long slender legs, ending with black patent pumps atop 5" stiletto heels. Lacking panties, he could easily see her neatly trimmed bush was matted and shiny wet. That sight alone made his mouth water.
As usual her makeup was flawless, perfectly enhancing her natural beauty with just the right amount of allure, though her plump kissable lips were naked, conspicuously missing all but the slightest hint of lipstick, the rest obviously rubbed off somewhere-or on someone-else. Her hair, too, was out of character, looking tousled and unruly, yet, it was perfect given the setting.
"Want some?" she asked in a shameless tone.
With slightly raised eyebrows and a faux quizzical look he smiled and replied, "Is there any left?"
She sauntered towards him with an enticing sway of her hips, wrapping her arms around his neck and bringing her lips just a breath away from him and said, "Baby, I always save the best for you." She gently placed her lips against his in a tender kiss that grew more intense as he slid his hands over her hips and cupped the cheeks of her ass in each hand. She moaned into his mouth as he ground the front of his jeans against her pubic mound.
Breaking the kiss, she whispered, "Want some Kandi before dinner? I promise it won't ruin your appetite."
He smiled, "Baby, the only thing I have an appetite for right now is your pussy."
She giggled like a schoolgirl, "Good. C'mon, I really need you right now," she proclaimed as she took his hand and led him out of the kitchen, down the hall to the master bedroom.
"Ya know, I'll never get tired of hearing you say that, but didn't you already get fucked today?" he asked rhetorically.
"Of course, I did, silly," she replied with a lilt, "twice."
As they passed the guest bedroom, which she refers to as her office, he noted the rumpled bedspread thrown on the floor, a large wet spot darkening the satin sheets. He recognized the strong musky scent emanating from the room, the smell of randy sex.
"He wanted to go for a third-and I was up for it-but I told him it was time, and you would be home soon," she continued. "In fact, he left just before you got home, I'll bet you two passed each other on the street," she chuckled. She crawled onto their bed and used the pillows to prop herself up against the headboard, letting her legs fall open.
"I wouldn't have interrupted or bothered you, ya know, if you weren't finished," he offered.
"Oh, I know, honey, but they don't know you know. I mean, they all know about you, but they don't know you know about them. I like to keep it that way because I think they get off on thinking they're fucking some guy's slutty wife behind his back, cuckolding him. Gives them a sense of power or something."
He had gotten undressed and moved between her legs, admiring her vulva, the swollen labia, the unmistakable remnants of her earlier tryst beginning to pool at the entrance of her vagina.
"And he tipped me $100 today," she said with pride.
He smiled up at her. "Hmph, even with that, I still believe you're worth far more than $300."
She returned his smile. "That's very sweet of you say, honey. And maybe in Vegas or something, but here it's the going rate. If I start to charge more, I'll lose clients. And you know I love fucking too much to have that happen." They both giggled at that honest admission.
