The Coldest Night of the Year Ch. 01
Date: 6/25/2018, Categories: BDSM, Fetish, Voyeur, Author: magas911, Source: xHamster
It was about midnight when Clara finally came home. As soon as I heard the sound of the key in the front door, my heart was racing. I tried to look nonchalant as my wife opened the door. I doubt I was very convincing. She scowled when she saw me sitting there on the sofa. "I thought I told you not to wait up," she said. She'd been drinking. I can't say I was surprised by that. She was wearing a cashmere sweater and a short, tight skirt that took advantage of her legs and ass. At some point after she'd left home that morning, she'd lost her bra and I could see her nipples were hard from the cold. She smoothed her skirt and ran her fingers through her short red hair. She was normally perfectly put-together. I'd never seen her looking quite this disheveled. "I'm sorry," I said. "I couldn't sl**p." I had sincerely tried to honor her demand, but I found myself lying awake in bed with a knot in the pit of my stomach. "Really?" she said. She didn't sound surprised. Merely annoyed. "I thought I made myself clear." I waited for her to give me some indication of what she wanted to happen next. Clara walked across the room, passing close enough for me to catch the scent of alcohol, and stood in front of the overstuffed leather chair in the corner. She stood there for a moment, put her hands on her hips, and stretched, arching her back. I watched, still frozen, as her breasts thrust forward. The hem of her skirt, already high, rose slightly on her ...