Her boobs were naked now—just the tight jeans hugging her lower half.
She was a good wife, anyone could tell—loyal, devoted, the kind who put family first. But her body had needs it wasn't shy about anymore, and it was making them known loud and clear.
"Alex…" she breathed, turning her head just enough for me to see the flush on her cheeks, eyes dark and glassy. "I'm so tense… everywhere."
When she said that, I couldn't hold back. My hands slid around from her back, cupping both heavy, bare breasts from behind—full, warm weight filling my palms perfectly. I squeezed, firm and deliberate, thumbs brushing over her nipples.
"Aaahhh—" she moaned uncontrollably, body arching hard, head falling back against my shoulder.
I squeezed harder, kneading the soft, ripe flesh, feeling them overflow my grip. She melted into me, hips grinding back against my bulge, breath coming in short, needy gasps.
Then I felt it—warm wetness on my fingers.
