I remember the way she looked at me, her eyes full of mischief, as she sat on the bed, her curvy body barely covered by that white bra and black thong. Her long, dark hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her lips were slightly parted, as if she was already tasting the words she was about to say. ‘Honey…just keep your cock hard while I’m out tonight…and I promise to stroke it real good for you when I get back.’ Those words echoed in my mind, a promise that both excited and tormented me. I could see the outline of her perky breasts under the bra, and the way her stockings hugged her toned legs, one of which was bare, teasing me with what was to come. She knew exactly what she was doing, and I was powerless to resist. The anticipation was killing me, and I knew that by the time she returned, I would be a quivering mess, desperate for her touch.
Sure kept me hard, as my wife was out enjoying her hall pass. I felt that a wonderful wife deserves this sex with other sexy studs, as a gift from me sometimes!