Wife Britney Tainted at the Club

We all work together in the same room, and it's been so hard seeing his wife working next to us with her extremely curvy body, unbuttoned shirt, and tight short skirt. It gets me hard, but it becomes almost impossible when she bends so far over that her thong is in full view!

Wife Britney Tainted at the Club

We all work together in the same room, and it's been so hard seeing his wife working next to us with her extremely curvy body, unbuttoned shirt, and tight short skirt. It gets me hard, but it becomes almost impossible when she bends so far over that her thong is in full view!

The bass thumps through the VIP club as colored lights flash across Britney's curves. Her tight skirt rides up her thighs when she laughs at something the man next to her says, and I feel my pulse quicken. Across the room, her husband has barely moved in the endless bar line. The air smells of expensive perfume and alcohol as I casually place my hand on her knee. She doesn't pull away.

"You look tense," I murmur close to her ear, feeling her shiver. The music drowns out our conversation as I slide my hand higher, watching her bite her lip. When I nod toward the dark corner behind the dance floor, she hesitates for only a second before standing.

My heart races as we move away from the main area, her hips swaying enticingly with each step. The distant chatter of club patrons and clinking glasses fade as we reach the shadows. She turns to face me, her breathing already heavy.