Chapter 6

Present day

When I found my wife outside, sunbathing next to the pool, I found myself transfixed. She was topless, and my hungry gaze lapped up the sight. I felt a little like some creepy voyeur, but my brain was short-circuiting. It wasn’t capable of logic or propriety. It sure as hell wasn’t capable of self-control.

Blood rushed to my cock. When I’d first seen her tits at the hotel in Paris, they’d been a glorious sight to behold. Small and pale with puffy, rosy nipples. I’d sucked on them on two occasions now. My wife squirmed and moaned when I played with her sensitive nipples. 

At the moment, her skin gleamed in the sunshine, and she looked warm and supple. I had the strongest urge to go over to her and, sitting on the edge of her lounge chair, lean down and dig my fingers into her hair. Then I’d kiss her until she was begging me to touch her. 

My thoughts were interrupted with the sound of Niamh noticing my presence. To my immense frustration, she squeaked and grabb