The heavy bags filled with god-knows-what!

Grabbing the bunch of bags over from Anne, I was surprised by how heavy they were. I looked up in admiration at my wife just as she leaned forward and gave me a peck on my cheeks before turning around and proceeding to lock the house.

Stumbling to the car, I finally managed to load the bags into the boot when I heard footsteps quickening behind me. Bracing myself for what I think is going to happen, I was suddenly pushed against the car as a soft body crashed onto me from behind. The next thing I felt were a pair of hands around my neck, and firm, long legs wrapping around my waist. But the one thing that made me smile was the feeling of Anne's soft, large mounds pushing up against my back as I felt her kissing my neck while hanging onto me from behind.

"Thank you my dear! This is to reward you."

Besides feeling really blessed at the point in time, the other thing I could feel was Anne's bare thighs under her dress as I grabbed her to stop her from sliding down my back. Moving towards the passenger seat, we walked past our neighbour who had returned to the spot that I had spotted him earlier and Anne shouted to him from the top of my back.

"Good morning Peter!"

I saw Peter waving back at my wife with a look of lust on his face right before I turned my back to him. Bending forward slightly so Anne would not fall down as my hands reached forward to open the car door, Anne suddenly gave a soft yelp as she slid down my back by herself.

Thinking that I had hurt her, I quickly turned around only to see Anne standing behind me with a look of embarrassment on her face as her hands moved to push the hems of her dress down. Looking behind her and seeing my neighbour with his eyes lurking on Anne's ass and a silly grin on his face, I could guess immediately what had happened. Anne must have felt that her ass was on display to Peter as I was bending forward to open the car door earlier. That caused her to loosen her hold on my neck intending to get off my back. Who would have expected that her dress would get caught on her way down and end up getting lifted even higher, so much so that Peter had gotten a good look at Anne's white lace panties and her cute butt cheeks before she had had time to react and push her dress back down.

Having an idea of what Peter might have saw, I did not get particularly angry nor upset. I was already used to Anne drawing attention everywhere she went. She was a young, attractive and sexy lady after all, and I was pretty sure that she had been the star of the fantasies of many men and their jerk-off sessions throughout her college life. Knowing that only makes me proud that I can call her my wife.

Ignoring the jealous looks of my neighbour as the both of us entered the car, I started the engine before turning to Anne and asking her.