I still can’t believe how incredibly sexy my wife is. Sabrina is the embodiment of all my fantasies. Her body drives me crazy every time I look at her. Full, firm tits that fit perfectly in the palm of my hand, a slender waist that flows into hips that are impossible to take my eyes off. And her round, seductive ass is made for grabbing and spanking. Her long legs, smooth skin, those lips that smile so sweetly and so skillfully wrap around my dick. Everything about her screams sex.
My dick instantly hardens when she walks around the house in a short robe or a tight dress that accentuates her hot body. I look at her and think: how did such a goddess end up with me? But the more I think about her sexuality, the more excited I become. The thought that other men might enjoy her too.
It started gradually. At first, I fantasized about her flirting with someone at a party. She’d laugh, touch his hand, let him look at her tits. Then the fantasies got hotter. I imagined strong male hands squeezing her breasts, a thick dick entering her, and her moaning with pleasure that I alone couldn’t give her.



