When Mackenzie walks by, heads turn. There’s not one single man who doesn’t look after her. Her brown shoulder-long hair moves slowly with every gazelle-like move she makes and her mesmerizing hazel eyes go right through you when she looks at you. On the side of her left eye is a tiny star tattoo located, and the black eye shadow she’s wearing accents her caramel skin just perfectly. The purple blouse she’s got on lies smoothly on her body, putting her breasts quite well to show. The way she moves her rear in those black skinny jeans makes your mouth water. Mackenzie knows how to work her curves for the best and enjoys the stares she gets from all the men.

I myself don’t mind it either when all those guys check out my wife. It makes me proud having such a beauty by my side and I’m pretty sure all the other guys would kill to be me. C’est la vie – Not everyone can have such a sex bomb as a wife. Well anyway, let me get to the point of all of this.

I’m the CEO of a bank, meaning there’s always a lot to do and I never know exactly when I’m done for the day. That specific day I finished up earlier than expected and arrived at home probably about two hours before my usual arrivals. I parked my black mustang in the garage and entered the house through there. Our bedrooms are located in the back of the house, so you wouldn’t be able to hear anyone entering through the front door while being back there. I hung my jacket at the wardrobe, poured me a Jack Daniels on the rocks and took a seat on the lounger in the living room. The sound of the water running from the indoor waterfall filled my ears and I started to relax. While sipping on my whiskey I recognized another sound besides the water. I listened closely and noticed that it was a pleasant sound. A sound filled with ecstasy and passion, a whisper but yet loud enough to hear.

It didn’t take me long to figure out what it was. A smirk built on my face and my body filled with excitement. I got up from the lounger with my drink in one hand. With the other hand I loosened my black tie and unbuttoned the few top buttons of my shirt. I slipped out of my shoes to make sure I wasn’t causing any noise on the hardwood floors. The sound came from the end of the hallway and I saw a reflection of the light shining into the darkness of the hallway through the ajar bedroom door. The closer I got to the room, the louder the noise and the more anxiety filled me. The bedroom was shaped the way so I’d have a great view onto the bed without getting caught. I leaned against the wall, occasionally sipping on my drink, while enjoying the show my wife gave me unknowingly.

Mackenzie laid in the middle of our bed, wearing a black lace spaghetti strap shirt with matching black lace panties. The shirt was pulled up, showing yet again a matching black lace bra. She looked absolutely breathtaking, laying on our red silk bedsheets. Her legs were spread, yet steady to the side, while she caressed her breasts with her left hand. Her eyes were closed and she’s totally in her element, not recognizing anything that’s going on around her. A strand of her brown hair covered a part of her face and her strawberry red lips were glimmering in the light.