Mike Hamilton lowered his drink and stared at his wife's voluptuously supple body in front of him. He was sitting in a chair and she, Anne, was standing in front of him with her hands provocatively poised on her hips. Her hips were on his eye level and it was their fluid, supple, teasing action he was watching. "Baby, I'm going to fuck you until you're down on your hands and knees, begging for more."
Anne smiled as she tossed her thick, lustrous, black mane of hair. She was seductively attractive, with her darkly brooding eyes slightly tilted on high cheekbones and a nose with flaring nostrils that added to her sensuality. Her mouth was full and made all the more red by the strands of black, wildly tumbling hair around her face. Her skin was smoothly white, like fine china. At the moment, she was sexually excited in a way she hadn't felt in a long time.