Her thighs were not as tight as they were when she was a cheer leader but when she wore jeans she still showed that sexy triangle between her thighs a...d ass.When we first got married for over a year we had sex every night and every morning. After that it became every night but over the years grew less often. She was always ready to fuck, never a complaint never a headache, Just ready. She had three erotic zones kissing, touching her breasts or caressing the inner part of her thighs.Once at a. She offered me the slightest of glimpses of her lovely smooth lace-stockinged legs and the creamy heaven that lay above.It was all just too much to take. "On your fucking knees,bitch...NOW",I snapped.Without a word she was there in front of me in a shot,a faint and knowing smile crossing her beautiful face.She started to reach upward with her little hands towards my now bloated and enraged member,in a loving effort to be a subservient and obedient wife,but even at that point she looked into my. She has never done anything like this before. Wait, Big Bad Steve, you will give her $1,000 if she just lets us see her tits? You realize I said what they look like, not how they look. I was only trying to get her to show us through her top. You don't care, $1,000 to show us her tits in her shirt? Wait, Duggie, you will match that? Melody, did you hear that? These guys are offering $2,000 to see your tits through your shirt. How can you say no to that?”I stood open-mouthed for almost 3 minutes,. Mother gasped and her back arched up off the bed, then followed a long whimper from her.I slipped another finger into her depths and her breathing sounded so loud, so desperate that it was the soundtrack of this moment — a memory that I shall never forget. Her hips were moving, thrusting upwards as my fingers moved in and out. My free hand pulled the nightie above her navel so I could see what lay between her legs — the abundant dark brown kinky hair, the slippery pinkness beneath and my two.