On the morning of our ten-year wedding anniversary, we are still lying in bed. It’s the weekend and I’m trying to sleep in after a long work week. However, it shortly becomes clear she has other plans.
My wife is Chinese and has long raven-black hair, a slender sexy frame, and perfect firm breasts with perky nipples. I have grown to appreciate her ass over the years, especially since she developed a small obsession with yoga. In contrast, I’m a white muscle-bound oaf with short, light blonde hair.
I’m pleasantly woken to a soft hand reaching down my underwear and a warm breath in my ear. My cock responds on queue by hardening in her eager hand. Knowing that I have a fetish to hear about her hotpast stories, she whispers that she has been thinking about a previous encounter with her ex. I mumble a grunt in my approval and ask her to tell me more…
“We did a small road trip and had gotten a hotel room” she started, and then quickly cut to the chase “And we were taking a hot shower together. He had washed my hair and was behind me rinsing the soap off my back. I knew he wanted to fuck me in the shower, but I wouldn’t let him.” By this time, I’m raging hard, so I turn her to her side and spoon her.