A night out while his wife’s away becomes a dream come true

She stood in front of me, her deep green dress rumpled over her pale white skin, blue eyes sparkling mischievously. “So tell me Mr, am I hotter than your wife?” She spun around in front of me, her petite body and ample curves making an intoxicating display.

“You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.” I said, honestly, trying not to be obvious about which part of her I was staring at.

Tracy blushed as she stepped in closer to me, her dress riding further and further up as she straddled me on the couch, kissing me again. “Do you want me?” she said, leaning back and locking eyes with me. I nodded, not trusting my ability to speak as I wrapped my hands around her back. I felt her melt into me as I held her close and kissed her passionately. I know that she could feel my erection through my jeans as she pressed against me, and my hands ran down her back, luxuriating in the feel of her weight on me and the feel of her lips on mine. After a beautiful eternity feeling her pressing down on me with all of her slight weight, she disengaged and pulled back, her face flushed and her eyes lidded. I could see that she was moving to stand and I put my arms under hers and lifted her off me, easily moving her petite frame. She stood in front of me again and looked me up and down, eyes lingering on the obvious bulge in my pants.

“How about a little game?” she asked, straightening her clothes. “If you guess the colour of my panties, I’ll let you take off my dress, otherwise, you take your clothes off.” I laughed as I felt my rational brain starting to reemerge from a sea of hormones and desire.

“That sounds win-win to me!” I laughed back.

“You get one guess.” She says, holding down the hem of her dress. “No peeking.”

I racked my brain, thinking of all the sneaky glances I was taking at her over the evening. I couldn’t recall seeing anything, not even a flash of colour other than pale skin and her deep green dress. Taking a stab in the dark and fully expecting to end up naked, I said “Pink?”

Her grin was devilish as she said “Close enough”, quickly unzipping and then slowly lifting her dress over her head. My rational brain shrank back away as a fresh wave of lust surged through me. Tracy’s nude lower half had a tiny tuft of red hair above a smooth, flawless pussy. She threw the dress aside and ran her hands down her stomach and over her thighs, “I’d say it’s pretty pink.” I tore my eyes off her flawless body and stood up. Without prompting, she quickly unclasped the lacy bra I had been catching glimpses of all night and cast it aside, covering the already hard nipples of her incredible breasts with one arm as the other ran up and down her abdomen.

“I think I got it wrong,” I said, ripping my shirt over my head and fumbling to unbuckle my jeans. A tiny pang of guilt stung through my head as I stood nude in front of Tracy, which was quickly quelled by lust as Tracy giggled, setting her body moving in fascinating ways. I noted with satisfaction that freckles extended down her pale skin, light tan accentuating her pale perfection rather than detracting from it. I heard a small gasp as Tracy saw the full length of my cock for the first time. I pulled her close to me, lifting her as our mouths met and turned to seat her on the couch. I dropped to my knees on the thick rug as Tracy eagerly parted her legs for me.