I was so aroused that my penis was erect in my pants, and its underside was pinned along her vertical crease. I wouldn’t be offering if I wasn’t, you know that. I couldn’t get enough of it; I was obsessed with it! Lastly, of course, is Amanda’s incomparable ass. Though my wife had just returned from the gym, she was diligently washing dishes that I had oafishly forgotten in the sink. “Why do you say that?”
“Because she’s going to feel ugly and inadequate when she sees you in that dress.”
“Omigod, babe. My mouth watered. The powerful surge made me feel as though I was falling through the floor, and I rolled my head back and howled. Badly.”
“I would say that I don’t believe you. I wouldn’t be offering if I wasn’t, you know that. “I think I know where we went wrong yesterday.”
I was still half asleep and didn’t comprehend what she was referring to. However, clad in a snug sports bra and yoga pants that left little to the imagination, it was difficult not to notice the chiseled muscles of my wife’s V-shaped upper torso.
