I put on my wedding dress every anniversary. The same white dress from ten years ago. Tight in the chest now, lace scratching my nipples. No bra, no panties. Just the dress and bare skin underneath.
My husband Phil waits in the bedroom.
He knows the routine.
Loves it.
I walk in slowly. The dress rustles and hubby stares. Hard already in his trousers.
“Fuck, you look like the day I married you,” he says. Voice rough.
I smile and turn around. Let him see the open back. Zipper down a bit. Pushing out my voluptuous ass.
“Come fuck your bride,” I tell him.
He stands up fast. Grabs and kisses me hard. Tongue straight in my mouth. Lifting my dress. His hands finding my pussy bare. Wet already. Fingers sliding in easily. Two of them. Maybe three.
“No knickers,” he growls. “Just like our wedding day. Still my dirty wife.”
I push my sticky fingered husband onto the bed and climb on top of him. My flowing dress all around as I rub my cunt over the hard bulge in his pants. Teasing him for an age before finally unzipping his stained trousers and pulling his cock out. Thick and ready. Pre-cum on my fingers as I line him up and sink down.
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