Mistakes were made (but not by me)

She left the bed and stood in front of the long closet mirror. She studied her body. She squeezed her tits together, flattening the firm globes one against the other. She had large, heavy tits. They were full, but not overdeveloped. When she released the pointed mounds, they sprang erect and resilient, their conical tips quivering. Whenever she handled her tits, the dark nipples always responded, hardening and becoming elongated, thickening like ripe buds. She turned her body to look at her ass. Her husband always insisted she had a luscious ass. She cupped her hands over the cheeks of her ass and squeezed. She pulled the cheeks apart. She massaged them with a rotating motion. Her most secret fantasy was to be fucked in the ass by a dominant man. No man, dominant or otherwise, had ever done it to her. She was too shy to ask her husband to do it – she was afraid she'd lose his respect. Maybe some man would soon do it to heir. Maybe when it happened she'd be too afraid to go through with it. Just thinking about it made her shiver ...»