Free He Owns My Wife by Tinto Selvaggio Page B

move across the bed and rest my left hand over one of her bare breasts. She turns to kiss me and I feel her nipples are already stiff.
    “Who says I wouldn’t be comfortable in my sexy lingerie in front of Mick?” she whispers teasingly, as she moves in even closer under the bed covers.
    “Mmmm, my sexy young wife, parading around in only a bra and panties, being ogled by everyone and giving her boss a cheap thrill....” I whisper into her ear as I feel the cool flesh of her little palm encircle my pulsating and rigid shaft. “I bet if Mick knew what might happen tomorrow he’d be getting off on the thought of it right now as much as I am.” I tell her as I move my hand down between the creamy flesh of her thighs and into the surprisingly very wet little enclave.
    I hear her moan softly.
    “I wonder how long it’s been since he’s seen a woman your age and as hot as you dressed like that in front of him?“ I ask stroking between her legs with my fingers then without waiting for her answer add: “He might not be able control himself when he sees you like that.”
    She’s groaning now, close to coming.
    “He couldn’t... try anything in front of everyone else though could he?” she asks me in between gasps as I work my accelerating fingers.
    “A guy like him would find a way to get what he wants from you. He wouldn’t miss the opportunity of seeing you gift-wrapped” I tell her and I feel her start to shake and her naked breasts push tightly against me as she climaxes heavily at my side. As her breathing slows I ask her as usual, to “go on top”.
    She climbs up and straddles me, her breasts hanging down heavily above my face. I raise my head so I can suck on them and she fidgets between her legs then eases my aching cock into the soaking heat beneath.
    The sight of her tits swinging in my face, the feel of her breathing quickening and the thought of her with Mick is too much. I can’t shake the image of Mick’s hands all over this body, pleasuring her in the hard, deep way she deserves and craves but that I’ve never been able to deliver. I pass the point of no return in 5 or 6 frantic thrusts and only just pull out in time to avoid coming inside her.
    With a groan I squirt twice up my own belly. Not the perfect ending but still less frustrating than the lack of feeling from a condom.

Chapter Three
    L isa woke early today and is up in our bedroom trying and re-trying on different lingerie. She sent a text to Anita earlier this morning to say she’d do it and to ask what time she should be there. The reply was almost immediate, asking her to be there for around 1pm so they could “rehearse a few things”.
    I’m at the breakfast bar with the TV news droning in the background and a cup of almost-warm coffee in front of me that I’m neglecting to drink.
    “Neil!” Lisa shouts from upstairs. “Come and have a look at this will you?” I jump from my seat and take the stairs two at a time, anxious to see exactly what she’s planning to wear for Mick.
    As I reach the top of the stairs I see the bedroom door is open. Lisa is in front of the full length wardrobe mirror and I stop in my tracks at the sight of her.
    Her hands are up behind her back adjusting the straps of her lacy black balcony bra which presents the top half of each ample breast and pushes her whole imposing chest out and up. It’s impossible not to be awed at the sight of them.
    “Wow!” is all I can just about manage to say.
    She turns and smiles at me and I see she is more heavily and darkly made up around her eyes than usual. My own eyes take in her matching black lace panties and she momentarily swivels her hips to reveal the panties are in fact a thong. I seem to remember the underwear as a set I bought her for last Valentines Day.
    She climbs up into her shiny black 4” heels and says: “Well, what do you think?”  I tell her she looks “incredible” as she turns one way then the other in front of the