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Worshipping Her Ass

... hummed as I looked her up and down, undressing her with my eyes.

She looked at me with her big wide eyes and said "I need to go shower and make some final... ummm... preparations...Hehe. How much time before dinner is ready?"

"Let's say meet me down here in 45 minutes, if that's good for you..." I replied.

She reached out and grabbed me by my package which was now bulging in my pants and said "Okay stud. See you in 45 minutes." She released my hog and balls and bent over to pick up her work bag, showing me her cleavage in the process. I also caught a brief glimpse of a package of strawberries amongst all the other crap that littered her bag. My mind went to an extremely dirty place as she has fed me strawberries from her pussy on several previous occasions. She turned on a dime and headed up the stairs. As I've done thousands of times before, I stood there and admired her beautiful butt, hips, and legs working in unison, putting on a display of pure perfection! My mouth watered and my breath left me momentarily as I watched her disappear into our bedroom and shut the door. I scrambled to recollect my thoughts and headed back into the kitchen trying regain my focus on dinner preparations.

As I was preparing the salad I heard the shower turn on. I wish I could have been a fly on the wall to watch her in that shower. I imagined her engulfed in the steam as hot water dripped down her gorgeous body, while she caressed herself with soap. I thought about her shaving her ...

... long toned legs and her pretty pussy which she always kept smoother than an oil slick. I thought about her taking her pussy wash and lathering up her lovely pink snapper and asshole, giving off that slight hint of lavender. My daydreaming helped pass the time while I meandered through dinner preparations.

Everything came together great and I had just put our plates on the table when I heard heels click clacking on the wood floor. Click! Clack! Click! Clack! Click! Clack! The hairs stood up on the back of my neck, hearing my favorite sound in the world. My heart felt like it was in my throat and my stomach was in knots as the sound of her heels got louder and closer. She turned the corner of the stairs and came into my view. My body felt like a jolt of electricity shot through it, as I stood there like a ravenous dog chained to a tree with a bone just out of reach. My cock flinched in my jeans and it took every ounce of strength to not go rip her dress off and fuck her on the stairs.

My wife had on a red cocktail dress that if had been any tighter, would have surely suffocated her to death. Her beautiful soft blonde hair was done up in a tight pony tail with waves in it that reached down just past her shoulders. A red leather choker was snuggly fitted around her neck. Her exquisite breasts were barely held in by the low cut fabric that left almost nothing to the imagination. The dress hugged her hour glass torso and waist and then beautifully wrapped her curvy hips,ass, ...