A skimpy see-through nightie

SHANE

Tracy had slipped into a pale blue nightie; a dainty, bell-shaped whiff of sheer mesh that draped like a veil over her ample curves and down past her hips-not quite covering the matching nylon panties she was wearing.

The mesh material was so utterly transparent that I could see every exquisite detail of her unsupported breasts as they bounced swayed upon her return to the bed. A pair of teeny tiny ribbons-loosely knotted above her shoulders-were all that kept the whole ensemble from sliding down to a puddle at her feet.

"My god..." I sighed, drinking in the erotic vision before me.

Smiling, Tracy threw herself onto the mattress, the impact jiggling her bosom quite nicely.

I couldn't control my eyes, which ran a marathon around her generous curves. "You look sexier right now than you've ever looked, in any of the countless thousands of fantasies I've had of you over the years."

"Even better than I looked in the shower this evening, with my big, soapy tits wrapped around your cock?"

I growled into another kiss. "Even better," I insisted.

She seemed satisfied with my answer, and rewarded me by deliberately placing my hands atop her enormous bosom. I couldn't stop staring at that nightie:

"You brought this with you?" I asked, suspicious.

"Yeah..."

"But you didn't even know Connor was coming up this week."

Tracy blushed a deep crimson, and whispered, "I bought it for you."

"For me?"

She shrugged, self-conscious. "I didn't think anything was actually going to happen, I just wanted to see that look on your face again when I wore it."

"What look?"

"THIS look, silly," she laughed, pointing up at me. "The same look you gave me last Christmas when I popped out of that box and started dancing for you. The look that makes me feel like the sexiest woman in the whole wide world."

I crawled on top of her, enjoying the way her nearly naked body instinctively responded to the feel of my silk pajamas against her skin. Tracy arched her back, thrusting those full breasts up into my chest. I craned my neck down and licked her engorged nipples through the pale mesh fabric.

"You bastard," she grinned, cupping my butt with both her hands. "You know what silk does to me."

Her soft thighs embraced me on either side, rubbing up and down from my hips to my knees-slowly grinding my erect penis against her panties.

In the other room, we could hear my wife and Tracy's boyfriend both scream their way though a couple spine-shattering orgasms.

Tracy blushed. I placed a firm hand on her bare thigh and whispered, "We can top that."

"I'm counting on it," she grinned.

Our lips molded back together, tongues teasing. Hands roaming. Hips grinding...