The Dinner Party
When you least expect it....Dinner party over, the last guest gone. I kick off my heels, slip off my dress and lie down on the couch. I close my sleepy eyes. I hear the toilet flush, footsteps toward me. My husband cups and squeezes my breasts. Moving one hand down to my tummy, before slipping inside my knickers. I’m already wet as his fingers gently enter me, teasing me with his touch. I lick my lips and moan softly. I’m tired, relaxed and horny. A...
