“What?” she asked, her voice rough in his register, caught off guard. Her reflection–his reflection–looked small next to hers, his slighter frame dwarfed by her towering, athletic build. He caught her gaze–his gaze–in the reflection, her eyes dark with that mix of pride and want, and a new idea sparked in his mind. The pantyhose stretched with each movement, the tear widening slightly, and he felt invincible, his body a machine of raw power.

Linda stepped closer,Lustful Wife her eyes locked on him, her hands twitching at her sides.