The Teaser....

All through dinner she had been acting strange, John thought again as he saw his lovely wife grin at him. The conversation was normal, work, home and friends but there seemed to something underlying everything she said.

Janet had made him a nice dinner, something she hadn’t done in a long, long time since John usually did most of the cooking. He had come home from work with the house mostly dark and when he walked into the living room the short coffee table had candles burning on it and was set for dinner. She had placed pillows all round the table and it all had a very Asian feel. Janet took that moment to walk out of the kitchen with a platter of shrimp and rice.

“Ah, you are home. Dinner is just about ready. Why don’t you go take a quick shower and just hop in your robe and it should be finished by then.” She said.

Before he walked away John took a moment to look her over and noticed that she too was in just a robe and just as he turned his head his eyes caught a glimpse of freshly painted toes. John smiled and began to disrobe as he walked down the hallway.

John reached in and turned on the shower and pulled off his boxers. He reached down instinctively and gave his already half hard cock a squeeze. He stepped into the shower letting the water cascade down his hairy chest and over his bald head. As he reached for the soap his other hand snaked under his balls and gave them a good tug. He washed himself quickly but couldn’t resist stroking his now hard cock. A shiver ran through him as he pinched the sensitive head and he decided he better get the hell out of here because better things waited. He quickly rinsed off, got out, dried himself off and grabbed his robe.

John got back to the living room to find a steaming plate already sat out next to Janet’s. She smiled at him and he sat down on the floor next to her.

“This looks great, and so do you” he said as her leaned towards her kissed her lightly.

“Let’s eat, we have all evening just to ourselves” she said.

Now here John was again. Catching Janet’s grins out of the corner of his eyes and not having a clue in the world what this usually innocent woman may be working up.

Look later today for more....

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