Hearing his key in the front door, Jane pulled at the front of her low-cut top so Tony could get a good eyeful as soon as he stepped into the kitchen.
At fifty years old, Jane had all the curves and she owned them, especially her full, round breasts and her wide hips.
Bending to give his wife a peck on the cheek as he came into the kitchen, Jane beamed a warm smile as she asked Tony how his day was. Her red lipstick was freshly applied, just how Tony liked it. And for the effort it took, it was a small thing for her but a big thing for her husband to come home to.
"Not too bad of a day," Tony replied, pulling his shirt sleeves up as he ran his hands under the tap, "busy but just enough to make the time pass quick. How about you?"
"Good thanks. Here, sit down and I'll get you a cold beer." Jane said, pulling a chair from the table, across from the fridge.
Tony sat down, still drying his hands as he watched his wife open the door to the fridge and bend at the waist, giving him a full view of her large round arse in her tight mini skirt, flashing just a glimpse of stocking top as she stooped and moved the beers around a little, straightening them so she could ask him which brand he wanted but also making sure her man got a nice welcome home with a view she knew he loved.
They had worked hard over the years and since they had decided they didn't need Jane's income, Jane had dedicated herself to becoming the perfect housewife, very traditional, nurturing and feminine, a perfect fit for her masculine provider of a husband.
"How about this one? It's five percent..." Jane asked, straightening up and looking over her shoulder letting her skirt stay ridden up at the back, "or do you want something with a bit less alcohol?"
Tony smirked as he warmed to the game. Jane had a way of distracting him after a day at work. She knew how to pull his attention away from any thoughts of work without even having to ask about the journey home or the people he worked with. He would chat and unwind as he relaxed.
This time when she stooped to put the bottle back and pick another one, her skirt rode up that little bit more, showing the pale flesh of her thighs and the gusset of her panties; baby-doll pink satin with white lace around the edges.
"Hmmm... can I have a Bud to start babe." Tony said, watching her shift her weight on her feet, making her arse swing on her hips and making the creases in the smooth fabric of gusset shift and pull his attention to the small damp spot near the middle. Tony guessed at what she had been up to.
Opening the bottle, Jane placed it on the table.
"Dinner won't be long. Chicken curry with rice and naan..." Jane said, pouring herself a glass of wine before joining Tony at the table, taking a moment to run her hand through his hair and pull his face into her cleavage in a gentle hug that made Tony feel at like he was home and he had all he needed, right here, inside these four walls, for a relaxing night in.
"I see the joiner's been." Tony said looking out the window at their garden, as Jane laid the table for the two of them.
"Yes. He made a good job of the swing, don't you think?"
Tony smirked again as Jane sat down and took a sip of her wine.
"By the way, did you like the video I sent?" Jane asked.
Tony pulled out his phone.
"Let me see," he said, scrolling on the screen, "was that the video you sent looking out through the kitchen window, of the joiner working on the frame for the swing and you whispering about how you liked his muscly arms?"
Jane smiled as she looked sideways, all innocent and coy, tracing her immaculate nails across the kitchen table before leaning forward and allowing her massive tits to rest on the table top, making her cleavage deep and inviting.
"The OTHER one. The one after that. You know the one I mean!"
"Aw, you mean the one of you on your knees on our back lawn with his massive cock sliding in and out of your cheating, married slut mouth?" Tony asked, smirking with raised eyebrows.
Jane laughed.
"YES, that one... but did you like it though?"
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To be continued. |
