"Don't be coy now," Cassy said, placing her finger to his lips. "You really want me, don't you?" she asked, and his huge bulge spoke what he didn't want to acknowledge.

Jamar couldn't hide the hungry grin on his face. She'd actually gone and done it. She'd put on the lingerie.

And she looked spectacular.

A thin, lacy black bra and a tiny black thong that fit her shapely, fit body much better than it would his slightly overweight wife.

Cassy looked like a whole ass meal.

The underwear was straining to contain her luscious body.

Jamar looked at her from the floor upwards. His eyes kept rising. Her shapely,...