I smiled as I watched my wife bend over the pool table. I smiled not only because I knew my wife would probably miss the shot, but also because I had a great view of her luscious butt cheeks as they peeked out from underneath her very short pleated skirt.
My wife of 26 years old, delicate, petite and very beautiful was a rank novice at pool but a seasoned professional at turning me on. The billiards clicked as she took her shot, the ball missing the hole by a good three inches. Her pouting face turned to mine, and I grinned. It occurred to me that she had probably never even been to a pool hall before, at least not since I had met her. That would probably account for the fact that she had dressed a little too scantily for my liking at such a place. An ultra-short mini skirt and a button down shirt that was not buttoned just tied between her 34 C breasts, she did not wear a bra and had a blue thong on that peaked out every so often, did little to hide her petite figure from the prying eyes of beer-swilling male patrons. I had noticed with no small amount of discomfort that Alexis was attracting a little too much attention that night, but I shrugged it off. After all, she wasn’t for sale…