Mike steals money from his cellmate, Dave, but must give him his wife and daughter as payback.
Michael slept in his bunk with his eyes wide open while counting the hours, the minutes, and the seconds until they came for him. Wishing he could sleep through the torturous wait, he couldn't believe how slowly this day was ticking by.
He couldn't wait to go home. He couldn't wait to see his wife and daughter. He couldn't wait to sleep in his own bed. This was his last night here and he couldn't wait to leave. Having paid his debt to society, tomorrow he'd be a free man to do whatever he wanted to do and what he wanted to do was to have sex with his wife.
Having served his whole sentence and with no worries about answering to the parole board and a parole officer, tomorrow he'd betray his cellmate's trust and dig up the money he told him where he hid it and disappear to some tropical island or third world country where no one would ever find him. A million bucks in cash, only, first things first. Tomorrow he'll buy pancakes and sausages for breakfast, pizza for lunch, and Chinese food for dinner, along with dark chocolate, potato chips, and beer, lots and lots of beer for dessert.
Feeling horny and needing to masturbate for one last time in his prison cell before leaving, he pulled out the photos of his wife, Christine, that she had sent him of her topless and another one of her in her sexy bra and bikini panty. Damn, she has such a hot, shapely body and he couldn't wait to see her naked again. He unzipped himself and removed his cock from his underwear while thinking of all that he'd do to his woman once home. Fondling his cock while slowly stroking his cock as the thoughts of his naked wife filled his mind, he couldn't wait to have sex with her. With his wife looking a bit like an older version of Eva Mendez, his daughter could have been Eva's twin sister, that is, if she had one.
His wife was a beautiful woman. Exotically erotic, she was his dream woman and to think that she was his wife was his dream come true. Never having been a guy chasing after blue-eyed blondes, he loved his wife's long, lush, dark, brown hair as much as he did her big, beautiful, brown eyes and her huge, firm, fabulous breasts. Being so incarcerated to pay his debt to society, they missed five of one another's birthdays. No summer vacations, no barbeques, no long weekends lazing around in bed or out by the pool, no Christmases together, and no going out on New Year's eve, they haven't made love in five, long, sexually frustrating years. Having been together since high school, they'll just have to make up for all that lost time when he gets out of jail and comes home for good.
No more crime and no more time served, from now on, he's walking the straight and narrow, his path to righteousness, that is, once he digs up Dave's buried treasure and leaves forever. A million bucks would allow him to live the rest of his life in luxury, so long as he picks the right country. Willing to learn the language, customs, and traditions, somewhere down in South America, maybe Ecuador, would suit him just fine or he could move to some small island in the South Pacific where no one would think to look.
Back then when he first met his wife Christine, she was a wild woman with a bit of a sexual past, an understatement, and he was a hot tempered, jealous man, another understatement. Nothing he couldn't handle, but she made him wildly jealous in the way she freely flirted with other men as if he wasn't even there in the room with her. Any other man would be angry but he realized early on all the fun they could have in playing their sexy games with unsuspecting men who wanted to get their horny hands on her big tits and their hard cocks in her panties. With all the teasing she's done, the innuendoes she said, and in the way that she provocatively dresses to show off her big boobs, her long, line of cleavage, and her shapely legs, she's a bit of a slut, another understatement.
Women hate her but men love her. Mesmerized by her beauty and infatuated by her body, every man wishes he could have sex with her while every woman wishes she'd eat shit and die. A low cut top with a short skirt was always her uniform of choice to wear. A bit of an exhibitionist, yet another understatement, so long as her flashes appeared accidental, she loved flashing her big tits as much as she loved flashing her bright, white, bikini panties to unsuspecting but happy men. Her promises of what lay beneath, flashing her bra and panties was her way of baiting her hook for sex and for money. A beautiful gold digger who could fleece a man while making him go away happy, once she got her claws in a man, she didn't let go until she got all that she wanted, money, jewelry, furs, cars, and trips.
As the years passed with her still the same sexy Christine, only even more sexually provocative by all the sexy clothes she wore, the inappropriate things she said, and all the sexy and sexual things she did, what made him insanely jealous before made him sexually excited now. He loved watching her going through her little flashing routine of unmercifully, sexually teasing men into wanting her and into feeling that they have to have her. Going with the flow, a win/win sexual scenario for both, whenever she used her natural, sexual attributes to her benefit, he enjoyed a nice lifestyle by letting his wife off the married woman's leash every now and again, especially when she had a big player wiggling on the line. A mutual beneficial tradeoff, forsaking their marriage vows for the sake of earning a few dollars to maintain their lavish lifestyle, after playing their sexy game dozens of times before, their infidelity wasn't much of a sacrifice now.
Now, instead of getting angry at how she must have the attention of every man around her, so long as she tells him what she does and with whom she does it with, while giving him hot sex, he's okay with her sexual antics. The pillow talk they had about who she fucked and sucked and who else she wanted to fuck and suck was outrageously exciting. Being that he was older now and not as horny as he once was, hard pressed to keep up with her libido before, he couldn't keep up with his wife now and it was blatantly obvious to him that she was just getting started.
When she was 18-years-old, back in her senior year of high school and in her first two years of college, popular with the men, albeit still a virgin, who knew how to use her sexy body and her dirty mind to her sexual and monetary advantage, they used to call her the blowjob queen because she refused to have intercourse until after she was married. Before hooking up with Michael, as she did with him, she gave her boyfriends blowjobs instead. Once the word spread that she sucked cock and swallowed, a rare find with most women, even today, she had lots of boyfriends, whether white, yellow, red, beige, brown, or black, that is, until Michael put a ring on her finger. Still, every so often, whether out to dinner, at a grocery store, or at the mall, they'd bump into some man who had their cock in her mouth and their cum in her stomach.
"Christine? Wow, you still look amazing. How great to see you," they all said while staring at her exposed cleavage and her big tits. "How are you?"
"I'm good. This is my husband Michael," she said to abruptly end the awkward moment and prematurely conclude the conversation.
As they left and invariably they all turned to check out her beautiful ass, she'd turn and hold her hand up to her ear and mouth while mouthing the words, call me before running her slow, deliberate tongue over her lips. She couldn't be any more obvious in her meaning if she put a hand to her mouth as if she was stroking a cock while sucking a cock. She was such a sexy slut but, so long as she was his slut most times, that is, he loved her just the same. Never a dull sexual moment with Christine, he could always count on her to sexually excite him.
Michael stroked his cock while looking at her picture and staring at her big, D cup breasts. He couldn't wait to feel her big tits and suck them again. Five years is a long time to be without his beloved Christine and he couldn't wait to have sex with her again. He couldn't wait to feel and fondle her huge breasts and finger her big nipples, while she sucked his cock. He couldn't wait to make slow, passionate love to her. With her screaming his name, along with a long list of others, he couldn't wait to fuck her, really fuck her.
Then, as if it just occurred to him, he wondered who took the photo of her topless. He wondered who it was who saw her big tits. He wondered who took the photo of her in her bra and panty. He wondered who else saw her in her sexy lingerie. Maybe no one saw her topless. Maybe no one saw her in her sexy underwear. Maybe her camera has a timer on it. Maybe she asked one of her girlfriends or her daughter to take the photo. Then, knowing his wife in the way he does, maybe she has a boyfriend. Maybe, yet, another man has not only seen her in her bra and panties but also has seen her topless.
Already knowing the answers to his silent questions, he wondered if she's been faithful to him. He wondered if she had many more sexual confessions to make to him of all the men she drove crazy when showing her cleavage and flashing her panties. He wondered if she returned to her old ways of sucking cock. He wondered if she's fucked anyone while he's been in prison for five, long, miserable and sexual frustrating years. He wondered about all the games she enjoyed playing with the mailman, the UPS man, the Fedex guy, the Jehovah Witnesses, the door-to-door salesmen, the candidates running for political office, and the pizza delivery and Chinese food delivery men by flashing them all her sexy body. Never, not once, so long as she answered the door in a towel or when wearing less, have they had to pay for any fast food delivery.
It would be okay if she fucked someone so long as she told him who it was and so long as she still loved him and wanted him. It would be okay if she sucked someone so long as she had stories to tell, pillow talk, of all the men she fucked and sucked, once they were together again as husband and wife, 'til death do they part, for richer, for poorer, and in and out of jail. She was such a slutty exhibitionist but he loved her and he loved that about her. So sexual sensual, she was as horny as any man that he knew. Truly blessed, he was lucky to have such a sexually exciting woman in his life.
