Bottomless

He was a friend of a friend, and I felt obligated to help him out.  His car broke down near my house.  He showed me his phone and his battery was truly dead.  It was impossible to tell him I couldn't help him out with a phone and the internet.  He sat at the computer at the desk in the kitchen.  I made coffee for him, and enjoyed a cup while I waited for my wife to come home.  We had plans to spend some quality time together, and this guy was not going to help.

The front door opened, and I heard my wife come in and put away her keys.  As she came around the corner, she saw the destitute and her face dropped.  She glanced at me with annoyance.  She walked over to the table to set down a bag.  Her coat was still on.  She turned squarely toward me, still looking annoyed, and showed me what was under her coat.

Her shaved, bare pussy peeked out below her shirt.  No bottoms.  No panties.  Coat, shirt, and boots.  She put one foot in front of the other, left the coat open, and looked at me.  Her crossed thighs covered what I really wanted to see.  She thought for a second before she decided what to do.

The coat came off quickly and went on the table.  She raised her eyebrows at me, glanced at the other man, and walked over toward the sink.  Her round ass moved in rhythm with each step she took.  She did a slow runway walk, knowing it would make her cheeks move and tighten even more.  Her bare legs always aroused me, but this was the best show I had seen recently.  The heeled boots, exposed rounded ass, all in view of someone I slightly knew who was completely unaware of the show going behind him.

She turned toward me and winked.  Her legs came apart showing me her pussy again.  I felt an adrenaline rush as I could see those dripping lips from across the room.  Her heel click attracted the attention of our visitor.  He looked over his shoulder just as my wife opened the refrigerator door.  He did a double-take, not quite believing he had just seen her completely bare thighs disappear behind the door.  Distracted, he looked back at the computer, but turned quickly again as soon as he heard the refrigerator door close.

There it was.  My wife's perfectly rounded ass fully exposed to a stranger as she reached into a cupboard for a glass.  Perfection from the clenched calf muscle to the hard thigh to the curved ass.  She lifted one foot off the ground to reach a little higher and also make sure our visitor could see her pussy lips peeking out from the shadow of her cheeks.  She set the glass on the counter and poured herself a shot of chilled tequila, still with her back toward both of us.  Neither the visitor nor I could tear our eyes from the work of beauty in front of us.

In the back of my head, a small debate went on in my head.  Should I break the spell and tell him to get out of the house, or should I just enjoy the spectacle of my wife showing herself to someone else and see where she wants to take the show?

The kitchen light caught shined on a bit of moisture between her thighs.  She knocked back the shot and poured herself a second.  Then she spun around, crossed her ankles, and smiled shyly at us.


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