The white french doors from our bathroom into our bedroom opened as my wife, Nina, stepped through.
*Am I in trouble again, Mr.Hollis?*
There stood a 5’1″, in her late twenties, petite, 115lb, brown eyed beaut. She was dressed in a Britney Spears-esque, school girl outfit, pig tailed brown hair, tight white shirt tied together at the bottom attempting to contain, her 34B perky tits in a pink lacy bra peeking through the top of her shirt. Her skirt, a classic red-black plaid that could only cover the top part of her ass. An ass any rapper would have loved to feature in their music video. My friends all joke that I’m an ass guy and I can’t really argue. Her legs adorned in a pair white thigh highs connected to six inch black stripper heels. She was sucking on her finger like she did something bad.
Nina looked at me, a 5’8″, in my early thirties, black haired, brown eyed, slim. Pretty average looking guy if I’m being honest but neither here nor there. I’m wearing a blue button down shirt, tucked into a pair of black dress pants with some silk boxers (the wife loves them), which was attempting to restrain my seven inch cock now at the sight of her, to complete our ensemble. Read more »