Bob Brooks

re up." My eyes widened in amazement. My new wife was wearing a the little white lace bra and panties that she had worn on our honeymoon just weeks ago. She also had on, the thigh high stockings and high heels she had worn. Her hair was done up and she was putting on the earrings her mother had given her as a wedding present. She looked amazing, and my dick immediately began to get hard. I was exited! Had she planned this out for me? "Danielle, what's going on?" I asked, groggily. "Well, dear. I'll tell you what's going on. You are a cheating bastard." The calmness of her voice made me uneasy. "What are you talking about?" "Don't try to lie," she replied. "Michelle told me what you and her did." "Oh, that was a