Adam watched his wife slowly run the tie around her neck and pull the two ends together. Her tongue sneaked out and licked her lower lip. The erotic gesture shot a message straight to his groin. Why Lily sat across from him, wearing a wig and letting her tits practically hang out, still confused him.
"Seriously, Lily, what's going on?"
Fluttering her long lashes and winking one of her hooded mocha eyes at him, his sweet, beautiful wife of five years said, "I already told you, Mr. Campbell. Today is my anniversary, and I wanted to get my wonderful husband something extra special this year."
He stared across the table and let her words sink in. His cock throbbed against the zipper of his pants, and his mind finally played catch up. Hot damn. Swallowing became difficult as his mouth went dry. "Well, Mrs. Smith, how do you suggest I handle this situation? Stealing is a punishable offense. I can't let you walk out without being punished."
A sexy-as-sin smile spread across her face. "No, I can understand that, sir. I have been bad and should be punished. Maybe ... maybe I could do a favor for you. To show you my gratitude for not pressing charges. Is there anything you can think of that I might be able to, um, help you with?"
He heard her voice crack and wondered if it was in excitement or nervousness. Perhaps both. His cock ached, and blood pulsed through his veins. He'd like nothing better than to have her hot, wet mouth wrapped around it. But this was her show. He wanted to hear her say it. "What do you suggest?"
Lily's glaze darted to his belt. Her eyes widened, and he knew she'd seen his straining erection. "I could help you with that."
"With what, darling? What can you do for me?" Say the words, his mind silently begged her.
"I could ... suck your cock." She never spoke like this. Ever. Her cheeks flushed red. "Is that what you want?"