Yes, her body has that effect on me

I wrap a towel around my waist and walk to the bedroom. I open the door. The only light in the room is two flickering candles on the bedside tables. Midnights plays softly from my wife’s phone. From an angle behind the door where I can’t see her, my wife says, “Close your eyes, and sit on the bed.”

Holding my towel so it doesn’t fall, I walk to the bed. I sit down in the center of it, resting my back against the headboard. I make sure the towel stays wrapped against me. I follow my wife’s directions—my eyes are closed and I’m expecting a surprise. I run through all her lingerie options that I haven’t seen in a while. Any of them will be amazing. They might even be a little small on her now, making her curves spill out even more.

My wife still sounds like she’s at the edge of the room when she says, “I decided to do something a little different tonight. I found this online and it was super cheap and I was really curious how it would look on me. I hope you like it.”

I open my eyes.

Monica poses against the wall. Her back to me, one arm stretches into the air, her hand placed against the top of the door frame. Her brunette hair, still wet from the shower, cascades in dark waves to one shoulder. She looks back at me over the other. Her brown eyes gaze through the black outline she has taken the time to paint around her eyes. Her bright red lips match the color of the dress she’s wearing.

Short sleeves cover my wife’s pale freckled shoulders. The fabric completely covers her back and stretches tight to hug her wide hips. The dress pinches her waist alluding to an hourglass figure. She pivots her hips to show off the tremendous curve of her ample ass. The dress barely hides the bottom of her ass cheeks. She left her long legs bare, so I could see how smooth they look. Red heels give her a little extra height and a sexy tone in her calves.

“Holy fuck” is all I can say before my wife turns around and I’m left speechless.

The front of the red dress plunges from her shoulders in a big U to her sternum. Her tits hang naturally inside the dress. The red fabric clings tightly to her curves leaving nothing of her breast shape to the imagination. The dress reveals such vast cleavage that it’s a miracle I don’t see a hint of my wife’s tan areola.

She smiles and slowly saunters to me. Her hips sway with each walk. Her soft tits slightly jiggle with each click of her heel, giving the hope that they may bounce out. The dress is so tight against her stomach that I can see the indent of her belly button. She pinches her thick thighs together, so the dress doesn’t split in half.

Pure sexuality radiates off her. I’ve never seen her look so confident in her body. My roaming eyes tell her that she’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.

She stops at the edge of the bed. In one smooth motion, she places her hands in front of her, resting them on her knees, bends over and pinches her elbows together to frame the globes of her glorious tits. They hang and dangle in front of me. Her hard nipples peak against the fabric. A prize I can’t take my eye off of. The pale softness begs to be squeezed.

Monica smiles flashing her teeth between the bright red lipstick. “Do you like it?”

In response, I open the towel at my waist. My cock stands tall and thick. Without a touch my wife has made me rigid in less than a few heel clicks to the bed. She sucks her lower lip in and bites it, slightly smearing the red lipstick. “You’re too easy to get hard.”

“I’m always hard for you. You’re so fucking sexy,” I say. My eyes investigating her body, wondering how the hell she fit into this dress. I may have to cut it off her.

“Do you think your friends would get hard if I walked out to the fire wearing this?”