Chapter Six
Present day
When I found my wife outside, sunbathing next to the pool, I found myself transfixed. She was topless, and my hungry gaze lapped up the sight. I felt a little like some creepy voyeur, but my brain was short-circuiting. It wasn’t capable of logic or propriety. It sure as hell wasn’t capable of self-control.
Blood rushed to my c**k. When I’d first seen her t**s at the hotel in Paris, they’d been a glorious sight to behold. Small and pale with puffy, rosy n*****s. I’d sucked on them on two occasions now. My wife squirmed and moaned when I played with her sensitive n*****s.
At the moment, her skin gleamed in the sunshine, and she looked warm and supple. I had the strongest urge to go over to her and, sitting on the edge of her lounge chair, lean down and dig my fing
