Aimee’s skimpy top did little to conceal the plump roundness of her braless breasts from prying eyes. Her scoop-neck T-shirt, originally a soft, thin, stretchy material that was so sheer her bra could easily be seen showing through it, was quite comfortable. It was so comfortable that she wore it, constantly, despite it being a summer garment. She slept in it at least once per week, wore it around the house, and it was he...

Jack awoke early, as he always did. His beautiful wife, Aimee, still slumbered. He thought about waking her, his morning wood, that throbbing, incessant erection, reason enough, but, as always, he just stared at her. Aimee was one of the sexiest women he had ever met, and he always felt a sense of accomplished pride when he took her out in public. All the other men would gawk at her, especially her high, firm, abundant ti...