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Matthew had never set a password—he used to say there should be no secrets between husband and wife. Looking back, the irony was almost laughable. The message was from Sophie: [Miss me, baby?] Attached was a steamy bathroom selfie, blurred by mist. She was completely naked. My stomach lurched. “What are you looking at?” I looked up. Sophie leaned casually against the doorframe, wrapped in my bath towel. She strolled in and sat on the edge of the bed—on my side. “You know,” she said, her voice dripping with false sweetness, “this bed… we were on it last night…”

June around or not. Two seconds later, the camera came back on. And goddammit, I didn't take my eyes off the screen. "Do you like this view?" Sophia asked, turning her body around. The camera was placed somewhere in the room, giving a full view—and she had taken off her clothes and was fully naked. How badly I wanted to grab those perfect round breasts and suck the life out of them. The way I wanted to spank her round ass till it reddened. And fuck—her honey-dripping pussy that had been messing with my head since last night, making it impossible to concentrate.

There it was, Sophia's picture on Fenty's page, shoulders completely bare, lips painted in the deepest shade of red and lipstick in between her lips. Oh wow. I looked up at Sophia and she was drinking from her water bottle with a little smile playing on her face and she was also looking at the picture. "Wow. Sophia. When did this happen? You did not even tell us!" Kunle exclaimed, his tone full of awe and grudging respect. "Guys, this is the main deal. Don't scream." Aminah talked-shrieked again and we all stopped talking as she slide her phone's screen to the next picture.

34: Sated > Beautiful. Sophie is simply gorgeous and slender with flawless skin. I can see her pussy through the see-through fabric. It’s smooth and hairless. Ever since the day she stumbled into my bed drunk and naked, I have been craving to touch her soft skin. Her body demands gentleness, but I am far from the mindset. I stalk closer to her and tear her lingerie from the middle to bring her breasts out. She yelps, then whines, “I liked that one!”

With Sophs, you can never tell. “Natasha? Sophie? Are you in here?” I wander in and see from here the bathroom door is sitting open and I get a full, unbroken view of Sophie standing in what I can only describe in the sexiest lingerie I have ever laid eyes on, on a body that will feature in every wet dream I will ever have again. My stomach tenses, body goes into rigid shock at the realization I just got hard within a second of seeing her in her underwear and that, even though I’ve seen her in bikini’s in the past, somehow this is hugely different. None of her bikini’s were semitransparent, perking things up and cut to turn men on.

Sophia winks at me, and even the fiery red lipstick she used can light up the darkness of the night. "Didn't I tell you to make it?" "I did. But she took it from me." "Recreate it." "What?" "Don't argue! Before I raise your debt to $1,000,000." "Yeah, I'm crazy as you say, whatever the name is." He sure is crazy! Ask himself, answer himrself and admit himself. I came out of the room and saw Sophia was flirting with a man. Even her legs had gone up there and stroking. Rather than her being like that, it would be better for Sophia to sell nude photos to OnlyFans and get decent pay than her to trouble other people.

She had stripped off and now had on a radiant blue swimsuit. "No, Sophia. It is indeed a big deal. I could be seen by somebody from work or somebody who is probably after me. One nude photo of me goes on the internet and goes viral and then you can kiss my sweet ass and that of my father's company and image a heartfelt goodbye." "I get that you're not used to this, but trust me, there's no reason to be freaking out right now," Sophia assured, coming closer. "There's no one watching, but if you feel unsafe, here are some shades, put them on and no one will recognise you. "

For a secret voyeur like me, it felt like winning the lottery. My wife Sophia is 41 years old and still an absolute knockout. She stands at 5’6” with a soft, curvy 170-pound body that drives me wild. Her long, fiery red hair flows down her back, framing a pretty face and those heavy, full D-cup breasts with small, sensitive pink areolas that harden at the slightest touch. She visits the spa every two weeks for a full wax, leaving just a thin, neat landing strip above her smooth, plump mound. Her pussy is beautiful..puffy outer lips that stay mostly closed until she’s aroused, with delicate inner petals that swell and peek out when she’s dripping wet.

Sophie listened with her mouth open, eyes growing wider with every detail. When I finally finished, she stared at me for a long moment. “Holy shit,” she whispered. “You actually did it. You went to The Underground.” I nodded, still trembling slightly from the memory. Sophie bit her lip, looking strangely excited. “And… this Master Kane… he was really that good?” I laughed weakly. “Sophie, he ruined me. I don’t think I can go back to normal sex ever again.” She was quiet for a few seconds.

Those words could hurt. Emily's comment caught my attention. "Luke and Emma work like machines, no time to breathe. Sophie's the free spirit. I hear she's planning another exhibition - wonder what she'll shock everyone with this time." Sophie was famous for provocative art, including a controversial self-portrait. The nude captured her with innocent eyes but sensual pose, a study in desired beauty. It drew crowds at her exhibition. The likeness was so striking that anyone who knew Sophie could recognize her.