Her mouth is open and she’s panting. Her skin gleams gold in light of the flames, lustrous with a fine sheen of perspiration and….
…. I can’t see her face properly from my angle, but I know my Elizabeth; her eyes, huge black pupils, green-rimmed as she nods him permission. It’s the slightest of movements and he responds with the slow click-click of the zipper drawing down.
Her dress opens, loosening at the shoulders, beginning to fall away. Elizabeth looks back, her eyes flicking to mine, but I simply smile….
I’m enjoying this….
The zipper open to the base of her spine, Michael eases the dress away and it glides down, slipping down to her feet, leaving her in only her white lace lingerie….
I’m actually f*****g enjoying this….
…. Watching another man undress my wife….
…. And she’s re
