“–why fight it? Why not support my husbands in his interests?” “Sooo, I figured, well, since my husband is a secret bottom pig for his buddy, Dave–” She loved watching those words turn his cheeks pink. “That’s better, babe.” She petted his butt gently again. And it was something to see, you on your knees taking it like a little puppy, then flipped up and riding him cowboy style. “–yeah, don’t worry, I sent Talyn and Tanner outside, only I saw. I must say, of course, I was shocked to come home early last Wednesday–” But his eyes were scared, worried, ready to lie. “Shhh.” She pinched his ass now, and at last, manfully, he controlled his reaction. “–that Dave’s been seeing this sweet butt naked as often as I have, if not more so.” She stayed close, pressing her cheek firmly to his shoulder, smiling up at him, even as she continued to rub his sweet cheeks down below. “D-Dave? What, ah–what do you mean?” He huffed a nervous laugh. “Oh, I don’t know.” She walked over to her confused husband, standing there in only his undershirt and the new sexy panties she’d bought him, and rubbed his ass gently. Jessica smiled, set down her coffee, and pushed up from the table. Are these mine or yours? They can’t be Talyn’s or Tanner’s.” Jessica looked up at her husband and smiled.

“Babe, I think you bought me a size too small.