Chapter 1

“Honey, dinner’s ready!”

I called out to my husband in the study as usual. He’s always been so driven by his career, throwing himself into work ever since we got married, barely noticing me, this stunning woman right here. This time was no different. I shouted a few more times with no response, so I got frustrated and marched into the study, saying, “Boss, time to eat!”

Only then did he turn his head toward me, obediently coming out. Dinner felt just as boring as ever. He never shows any interest in me, his eyes glued to company matters. I asked softly, “Do you remember what today is?”

He looked up at me with a blank expression. The guy had clearly forgotten all about it. Today was our wedding anniversary.

I snapped in anger, “Did you forget?”

He replied calmly, “Forget what? Be more specific.”

Oh man, that really pissed me off. Does he even see me as his wife? How could he forget something like that? I married him at 26, and he’s never once surprised me, not even with intimacy, which I could count on one hand. I was the campus beauty in college, with an amazing figure that turns heads, skin as fair as snow, a straight nose full of confidence, a rounded chin that mixes icy elegance with the charm of a young wife. My perky breasts aren’t huge but hit a D cup, creating a deep cleavage that draws stares from crowds of men on the street. At 5’9”, I stand out among women, my long, pale legs inspiring fantasies in countless guys, my slender frame with a waist I can wrap my hands around. How on earth can’t I captivate the man right in front of me? I crossed my legs seductively and said, “It’s our anniversary. Aren’t you going to do something special?”

He cut his eyes at me in an icy stare, grabbed a newspaper and said, “Oh.

Oh? I mean come on, my husband was so preoccupied with work he forgot our wedding anniversary? That sent me over the edge. I took the paper out of his hands and said, “Do you have a side woman?!”

The idiot who never knows her guide’s head looked confused and said “No, no” to try to talk me out of it.

I bent over near him to get my tits right in his face, and sang, “Ooh baby do you want this body?

And he started laughing and said, I still have to work. Stop messing around!”

Could I really not tempt him? I got up and went into the living room where I quietly closed over curtains ( um this was private husband and wife we, others would be mortified). Shutting the door, darkening our room and taking his hand I led him to the bedroom. He went into his room, looking puzzled at first; meanwhile I got my saxophone playing some tunes and set foot into the dressing room.

I strode through in my a sexy red number, one call girl of the year away from owning any meteor. I had spent hours picking it out, deciding between the low back and full skirt of a bright red dress that swept down to my thighs or having one triangle of black fabric covering each breast and meeting in the middle where they were held together by tiny crisscrossed ribbons just barely thick enough not to cut into my skin with another thin strip running behind me neck. But not so tight that he couldn’t just undo the knot and slide it off me in one smooth, sexy motion.

I smeared some of this and lovely lipstick, a little nervous and exited. I was snapped out of my thoughts when he looked at me and chuckled, ‘Where’s your bra strap?

I giggled back. This type of dress is not designed for one, the effect on my creamy white shoulders and all. I did not reply, and instead began to slightly dance in my body with the beat, dragging every switch out so that he had more time than enough but screwed up into get a perfect side cubic inch of both my glowing white bosom. Well, in a females case, the slope of curve can invite and so straight from sagging around to find beautifully full along with woodland teats really dont produce that may most suitable dog arch; they are simply flat nicely hurtful.

He watched my every move; the visual caused his blood to boil so hot he almost bled through his nose. See, no man can resist this. I sped up, whipping my endowments with my dance as the air in front of me changed direction and left a space between thighs exposed by proximity to those darkly lit sultry sounds. And his pants were now bulging noticeably.

My swollen tits thudded, knocking and dragging me; the sensation was like a rush of arousal. He leapt up from the bed and came over to me, his arms around my waist, hard cock pressed against my thigh as if It wanted a dance too. He stared at my chest, but he was hubby hence I would slap any other guy. I hung my arms over his shoulder, looked to where he was looking, tempted him by moving out of the way every time he tried glimpse inside my dress and left a little peak for another.time. His heart rate jumped at that, blood flooding his groin to make it fill even more.

He breathed in my scents and his movements progressed over to the body, then necked, down to ears cheeks lips. He was deeply within me, inside the strong sexual cues I had been sending him. With nothing to hold them back my breasts slammed into his chest over and over gyrating and morphing from shapeless before snapping back round.

His fingers slid across the flat of my spine, their pads dancing along it so lightly that had they been carrying trays he would have stained nothing until they found and peeled apart with teasing care the knot holding tight at nape.

But I refused to make it so easy for him. For once in his life, he ignored me for longer than I cared to remember so I wanted him you pay dearly. Finally it worked to get him away and I danced alone. He came back so quickly that I stood waiting for him but close enough to stop just in case he tried to grab me and teased, no... 辺 meant it. Annoyed, he responded: “Baby do not leave, come back.”