Busty, Redheaded, and Married

Ohhhh. Look at that chest. Look at that body. And look at that wedding ring!

Barry recognised the guy next to her - Dobbs, one of the personality-free drones from Legal. How the hell that pencil-necked dweeb ever secured such a magnificent trophy wife was beyond him, but it seemed largely irrelevant tonight; two cocktails in and the gorgeous redhead could barely keep her eyes off Barry.

He slid in close when her husband was distracted with another partygoer. "Mrs Dobbs, right? I'm a friend of your husband, from work. You can call me Barry," he said, taking her hand... which she used to pull him close. "Im Marcia...and I know exaxtly who you are... Barrower!" she hissed into his ear, desire pouring with each word.

"Well, then, I should give you a tour of the house!" Barry said, before immediately leading her up the stairs, enjoying watching her huge tits bounce as she climbs.