I could feel his hands on my waist, pulling me closer as our lips locked in a passionate kiss. His tongue was in my mouth, exploring every inch, while my hands gripped his shoulders tightly. I wore my new white bra and black polka-dot thong, the lace trim hugging my curves, and my ass cheeks were fully exposed, begging for his touch. I knew I was his for the taking, and I couldn’t wait to see where this would lead. The hallway was our stage, and we were putting on a show, one that would leave my husband with a lasting memory of his wife’s desires.