Callum's Pov

When we finally took our seats at the dinner table, I had the chance to really see what my wife was putting on.

Mira wore a purple dress with a thick plunge neckline that barely held on. She had always had full heavy tits, which were almost spilling out. The fabric looked sheer too, her tits shone invitingly like they were begging to be manhandled and sucked.

"You look fucking gorgeous, babe. " I told her.

She blushes hard, biting her lip as she saw my eyes on her cleavage. Don sat beside her, his eyes glued to my wife's hefty melons, not even looking away with me...