Handyman Husband

The vibrations from the device still hummed against her skin, and she could feel her heart pounding in her chest. She closed her eyes, her mind filled with thoughts of Joanna, her body still tingling with pleasure. She took a deep breath, trying to compose herself, and made her way to the bedroom where she found Andrew rewiring the TV. Andrew was very handy when it came to electronics but a complete klutz when he saw his wife in her tiny yoga shorts.

As Sophia entered the bedroom, Andrew's eyes immediately drifted away from the wires and cables, his gaze locking onto her tiny yoga shorts. He stumbled, his hands faltering, and the screwdriver slipped from his fingers, clattering to the floor. Sophia's eyes met his, a hint of amusement dancing in their depths. She knew the effect she had on him, and she reveled in it.

Andrew's face flushed, his eyes darting back to the TV, as if trying to will himself to focus on the task at hand. Sophia's lips curled into a sly smile, her mind still reeling from the encounter with Joanna. Sophia bent over to put down her bag and "stretch" giving him a million dollar view of her. Andrew stared at his wife's ass and pussy that were barely contained by her shorts as he moaned audibly, " Sophia, you're driving me crazy."

Sophia straightened up, her body still tingling with pleasure, and turned to face Andrew. She walked towards him, her hips swaying gently, and placed a hand on his chest. "I'm sorry, did I distract you?" she asked, her voice husky and seductive as she gave him a kiss.

Andrew's eyes widened, his breath hitching in his throat as he felt her hand on his chest. "Yes, you did," he replied, his voice barely above a whisper.

Sophia leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear. "Good," she whispered, her breath hot against his skin, "I want you to be thinking about me." She felt Joanna's presence in the vibrator, sending waves of pleasure through her body and her hand gripping Andrew's chest tighter as she let out a moan, "Mmm, I think I need to take a shower." Andrew's eyes widened, his pupils dilating with desire as he gazed at Sophia's face, her cheeks flushed with pleasure.

Andrew's hands instinctively reached out, his fingers brushing against Sophia's hips, sending shivers down her spine. "Let me help you," he whispered, his voice husky with desire. Sophia's eyes locked onto his, a sly smile spreading across her face as she nodded, her hips swaying gently towards him. Andrew's fingers danced across her skin, sending sparks of pleasure through her body as he guided her towards the bathroom.