The anticipation of what the night was to bring, had Bruce so stimulated that he was having difficulty paying attention to anything else. His eyes drifted once again to the dashboard where the digital clock mercifully now at last showed it was a mere hour until Anne was to get what he knew she needed, wanted, and deserved. The last thought caused him to simultaneously both lick his lips and adjust the growing bulge in his pants.
The truth was, just thinking of Anne often caused this same reaction. His wife was a living, breathing wet dream, who delighted in driving not just her husband, but all men crazy with lust. She was 5’7”, 120 pounds, long legs, and gorgeous green eyes that were alternately smoky and blazing. She also had a tiny waist, round ass, and the most delectable large, and natural tits. Most women disliked her without even knowing her because of the way she made them feel insecure. On the other hand, more than one man had accidentally destroyed the canned vegetable display at the supermarket by having his eyes glued to her body.