Kim looks in the mirror

I stood in the middle of our bedroom, looking at myself in the mirror. I had just showered after dumping Josh at the airport. Now I stood studying myself in the wall mirror. My hair was still wet, wrapped in a towel, but the rest of me was buck naked. Slowly I moved a hand to my perky tits, feeling them up a bit. They weren’t the biggest but they were pretty shapely, I guess. A decent handful each of them.

I moved my eyes to my hips. My hips were wide, but not all that muscled or anything. I had muscle, but just because I jogged a bit and swam. I don’t know if I qualified as petite, but I was certainly not ‘thicc’, either. And I didn’t have the biggest ass. Though, I have to say, it was my best asset. It wasn’t a huge Kardashian badonkadonk, but it was pretty well built, I’d say. My face probably was on the cuter latina side, though I’ve also been called exotic. Olive skinned, brown eyes. Smokey with the right makeup. And some decent red lipsticks fitted me pretty well.

I knew I was pretty and good looking, but hot? I never believed it, despite what Josh said. Maybe I was? I seemed to give Toby some inspiration at least. It made me feel desirable to know how our tenant thought of me.

“Am I truly hot?” I mused, inspecting my own body. It was weird to analyze myself like this, but recent events had awoken some curiosities about myself.

It was hard to think about me that way. Josh was always the pretty one. Or perhaps that is wrong of me to say. I’m not ugly, and I swim and jog. I was fit, but no fitness model. Josh always gushed over me. And I am confident in my looks. It’s not that. Perhaps I’d become too much of a homebod that I didn’t realize it. I never dressed up at home, and I never wore much makeup other than to puff me up if we were going somewhere. But that was how I was comfortable.

I decided that I should reward Toby. Sure, he had got to jerk off to me, but that was sort of mutually beneficial at that point. I got a great view of the show, and he got to jerk off to the real thing. At least, that was how I reasoned it. But he had fixed my computer issues. And that couldn’t go unnoticed, right?

I took on some black boxers, real tight and shiny, and pulled them on. I turned my naked back to the mirror, aimed my phone, and took a nice photo of my perky ass and my dark wet hair covering most of my naked back. I then wrote a quick caption. “Thanks for helping with my computer. Here’s some ass as your reward. Don’t tell my husband.”

Before I could change my mind I sent the message to Toby. I felt so naughty. I would of course tell Josh, and send him the picture, but playing the naughty housewife was kind of fun. Especially when I knew what kind of attention that would receive on the other end.