In the morning, I spend an hour jogging through the park in my tight pink shorts. It feels good to turn guys' heads as I do so, to make them stare at my firm ass and long legs.
After the jog, I jump in the shower. My hands stray down to my pussy, thinking of having to strip in front of all of my son's friends tonight, making them all drool, their hands grabbing... I force myself to bend over and shave my long legs.
I drive to the mall in my husband's Mustang and pick up some groceries en route -- whipped cream, honey, peanut butter, strawberries, ten cases of beer. The stag shop is in the same plaza, and my head spins over the tassels and handcuffs and costumes they have. I end up going a bit crazy with the credit card, and pack six bags in the trunk.
Back home, I draw a bath with moisturizing oils and soak in it, letting my skin become baby soft.
When I get out of the bath, my husband is waiting on the couch outside.
"Bend over my lap," he orders.
"Yes, sir," I meekly obey.
He spanks and spanks my sexy MILF ass until it's red.
"You need to be a good stripper tonight, you cheating slut," he speaks and brushes my sopping wet pussy. "Show them what a whore you are. You've picked up a trick or two over the years. Blow their horny minds."
I nod, eager to be the best slut wife I can be. My pussy is craving his fingers, which I'm not going to get. He lets me up, and I braid my hair into two pigtails, perfect for yanking.
There's music in the house. The graduation party is on. My son's home and his buddies are getting here. I have two outfits laid out -- a sexy waitress and a sexy cop. |