The big house they lived in seemed empty now that her two sons were away at college. Bartley was a good man and she loved him, but sexually the sparks...had long gone, and a big house, regular foreign holidays and new cars every year seemed little comfort when compared with an unfulfilled life. 'Yes, ' Wendy mused, 'that's what I am now, unfulfilled.'Wendy thought further: she had many friends and taught creative writing and literature part-time at a local college, which she loved. 'Oh stop being. I also asked about the stories that particularly turned her and Tom on, and was surprised by the reply “no10 Sussex wife”, and a section or two of both “no3 dairy conversion” and “no4 the homestead!” Both of which had deleted as my style now had made them outdated I thought [AND ARE IN MY RESERVE LIST.]I quickly realised that the common denominator was the heroine had been branded in each of these stories. To be honest I couldn’t believe it of her, her having such a flawless body, so he next. Tom and Jay just sat stunned starring at their wives and how revealing their sundresses were. Chantal turned around for her husband and he couldn’t help noticing how much of her ass cheeks were showing. The same for Dawn who waited for her husband Jay to make a comment. ?Wow! I haven’t seen you wear something this revealing in public in years!? Neither wife seemed ashamed wearing the skimpy clothes. The hostess smiled and talked in a deep Jamaican accent. ?Do you men like seeing your women. "Ahhh, that's a good boy," she said, "sniff between my little toes. That's it honey, make your aunties feet feel wonderful as you breath through my toes. This is such a warm feeling having you worship my feet like this." I pulled her leg closer to my hard little cock. She felt me dry humping her thigh as I French kissed her soles. I licked her foot as if they were my last meal. "Now Tommy," she cooed, "use that little tongue of yours between my toes." I needed no further encouragement. I.