My Shy Hot Wife Ch. 01

My wife's delicious apple of an ass tempts me, a scandalous view teasing me through the thin veil of her flowery sundress. Her ass jiggles with her every struggle, a siren's call beckoning me into her depths. My brain turns to mush and I have no say in this. I gulp. My mouth dries, like a parched man in a desert wanting, no, needing a taste of her. She's simply reaching for some sugar on the top shelf, yet the motions of her body feel too taboo in front of all the neighbours like this. I instinctively turn around, catching sight of all the men also being held against their will; we were all just lost sailors at sea. Her swollen breasts threaten to spill out, but the thin fabric bravely holds down the fort, probably taking pity on the hold she has on all the men in the room. Does she even realise what she's doing to us? And where we are?

I know for sure she has no clue, completely oblivious to the damage she dealt us. My sweet, shy Faye has always been like this. Even after all these years of being high school sweethearts, she still trembles as if it's her first time alone with her crush, catching her by surprise every single time. She's in her own world, but I see all the stares, a mixture of lust and... awe practically dripping from their eyes. And if she does notice, she quickly hides behind my back in a burst of shyness, burrowing her face into my back. I should be pissed off, but I see another helpless man bound by her spell and I can't help but show mercy to another fallen comrade. Every time she has no idea. I live to tease the living daylights out of her, so of course I bring it up and gobble up the way her chest and cheeks flush a bright red, the way she trips over her words adorably and when she eventually punishes me for her reaction by playfully swatting me and telling me off.

She walks over to my side, in shy anticipation as she holds out her freshly baked cake. Faye doesn't notice the flour dusting her rosy cheeks, or the way the light sheen of sweat that plasters her loose curls to her forehead tracks down her neck and disappears into her breasts, that glistens in the sunlight. She doesn't notice how every man in the room, including me, breath hitches as she makes polite eye contact with the neighbours, not wanting to leave anyone out while holding onto my hand and never letting go. "Would anyone like some cake?" Her blush deepens, but she doesn't notice all the men looking away and blushing too. I smirk to myself, patting her ass and squeezing it adoringly. She had no idea that they all want a piece of her cake, but not the one that she has in mind. "I'm sure they all do, baby. Let them have a taste."

A few men politely nod, as if it's their first time being human. Faye nods shyly, but I can see the hue of excitement underneath. She bends over, giving these poor men an eyeful of her breasts. We can just about make out her nipples through the sundress. Some men stopped talking, their eyes going wide. Others squirm in their seats, trying to do the polite thing of hiding their obvious erection for my wife, averting their gaze out of neighbourly respect. It throws me. I should want to punch a few of them right now, but seeing all these respectable, formidable men lose control over my wife makes my cock strain and throb against my jeans.

I fist the long tresses of her hair, running down the curve of her back, trying to get a grip. Everything stops as her eyes light up, a shy smile playing on her lips as she takes in how we're all relishing her first attempt at baking. I could eat this for the rest of my life, but watching her, I could do for the rest of time. I wrestle down the pulsing need to be inside her, but my cock hasn't got the message yet that we're still in public, straining towards her with all its might. It's not the generic view of a woman, but my Faye in a sundress, leaving us with just our imagination and not even trying to tempt us.

"I'll leave you boys to it," she gives me a quick, nervous peck on the cheek and runs away to hide from all the attention. I mean, she is literally hiding behind all the other women. My eyes lock onto her like prey, for toying with me. I know she can see me by the way she is pointedly avoiding my gaze, but I let her feel my gaze as it tracks all over those curves that I know so well. I make meaningless talk with the other men, catching up but inside I'm counting down the time until I can have her all to myself.

"Great party. Thanks for having us." The men pat each other on the back, getting their last insults in, planning the next get together until the women have decided they have dragged out their goodbyes long enough. I manage to catch Faye's eye through the crowd, and she smiles helplessly, deciding to put me out of my misery. After too long, we peel away from the crowd, and finally it's just us. She nestles into my arm as we walk back home. I nip her earlobe to wake her, "Hey!" She playfully frowns up at me.

"Don't even think about sleeping after everything you've done."

"What do you me-" she pretends to protest, but my lips crash into hers, not caring if the door was closed. My blood boils with hunger for her... only her. "You wanted to sleep? Then let me put you to sleep." Her eyes widen as I free my painfully thick cock that drips onto the soft curve of her belly. We breathe each other in, as my thick fingers slip her soaking wet panties to the side, lathering the length of my cock with her wetness, teasing her as she teased me.