Daisy is my dream. The perfect wife. Pretty and sweet in public and a demon beneath the sheets.
We were close to our new neighbors and I think that surprised the both of us equally. After all they had a few decades on us, but as the months passed by spending time with them became a regular thing, and all four of us looked forward to our time together. Until he was alone.
They had been close for so long and my Daisy just wanted to make him happy. She could fulfill all aspects of his wife, helping in every way but one. She could never replace her in the bedroom, not without my permission.
Can I say yes? Can I let her be with him in every single way? Can I let my handsome older neighbor experience the insatiable needs of my wife?
I need to see this happen.
Excerpt
By the time I reached the bedroom Daisy was naked, her dress abandoned in the doorway of the room and her bra and panties trailing inside like breadcrumbs leading the way. Brian’s clothes followed, a trail of them that led to the two the them standing by the bed.
Both naked.
He was just as tall and muscular as I had imagined. His body hard and toned from years of exercise and effort. And good god he was hard.
His cock was bigger than mine. Long and thick and throbbing with pent-up need and the sight of the young woman slipping to her knees in front of him. She looked up at him with uncertainty in her eyes as she reached out for him, holding him in her hands, her slim fingers looking so slight against the thick hardness of his cock.
She took him into her mouth, sucking on just the head of him and pleasing him. Her hands stroked up and down his cock and played with his balls while she sucked him. Her eyes were on his, turned up to him as he stared down at her with a mixture of disbelief and desire.
Taking her time to please him, moving up and down his shaft bit by bit until she was able to take him in fully. He grunted and groaned as she did so, his body tense and shaking as he watched the delicate flower that was my wife pleasure him in just the right way.
When she backed off of him and stood he gripped her and pulled her too him and there was the sharp exhale of breath from her that signaled not apprehension but need. She was so submissive with him, and while I think at first he believed that she was just as delicate and quiet in the bedroom as she was in public something in the way her body responded to just that slight bit of roughness set off an understanding in her.
And he caught my eye over her shoulder and there was a question in his gaze that I answered with a nod. Yes. She liked it rough.