Girls Night Out: The Real Hall Pass
"You look good enough to eat," I said, leaning against the door frame, watching her.
I finally returned home after a week away for work. I dropped my bags by the door and walked quietly toward the main bedroom, craving a moment with my wife, Kate. As I opened the door, I was greeted by an arresting sight. There was my wife, Kate, standing by the dresser, pulling a pair of delicate lace knickers over her tight, beautiful ass. The overhead light caught the curve of her body and the sheer fabric. She was get...