The shadow takes shape and color. It’s my wife. Paige turns back to the camera and lowers herself to the mattress. Her legs spread slowly, and I’ve never been so riveted in my life. The silk lingerie rides up her thighs, revealing exactly what she’s wearing underneath.
I can see the matching thong on the floor. She threw it at me, right before I walked away from her. From this.
Regret and desire chase each other for top billing as my wife palms her own breasts, arching into her own touch. When she uses her fingers to spread her p***y wide, I almost drop my phone.
“… Misha? You okay, bro?”
Konstantin is talking to me, but I can’t find the words to respond. All I can do is stare open-mouthed at the hypnotic video.
Paige circles her hand over her s*x. A low moan escapes her parted lips.
