Despite her outrageous hair, my wife looks divine in her elegant navy-blue formal dress. It hugs her body, wrapping around her slight but mouthwatering curves before gently flaring near mid-thigh, highlighting her figure. The off-shoulder neckline adds a touch of sophistication without revealing too much of that milky skin I can’t stay away from. She’s beautiful. Ravishing. And mine. But she remains tempting to all these assholes. They can’t hide what they’re thinking, and I’m seized anew by volcanic rage whenever I spot another man glancing at my wife, devouring her with his eyes.
