I can’t believe she did it again. There she was, sitting on the park bench, her dress riding up just enough to tease. I knew she was doing it on purpose, the way she shifted her weight, the way her eyes darted around, checking to see who was watching. And then, the moment I dreaded and craved, her breast slipped out, exposed to the world. She didn’t even flinch, just sat there, a smirk playing on her lips, as if she was daring someone to make a move. I could feel the heat rising in my face, a mix of embarrassment and arousal. She knew what she was doing, and she was loving every second of it.
Her Deliberate Tease
I wanted to look away, but I couldn’t. My eyes were glued to her, to the way her nipple hardened in the cool air, to the way her chest rose and fell with each breath. She was in control, and she knew it. I was just a spectator, a cuckold watching his wife put on a show. And as much as I hated it, I couldn’t deny the thrill that ran through me. She was my wife, and she was a goddess, and she was doing this for me, for us. I just hoped someone would have the guts to make a move, to take what she was offering.
