Sex-starved wife always leaves me hungry for more
WITH MORGAN LEES
Dear Morgan, THIS may sound odd, but my wife loves to cook in the nude.
She’s 44 but she’s still got a cracking figure.
She’s a redhead with 36D boobs and a shaven fanny – so I suppose I shouldn’t complain.
But the trouble is I’ve not had a decent meal in months.
The other morning I was reading the paper while she prepared me a full English.
As much as I tried to concentrate on the news, I couldn’t help but get aroused at the sight of my wife bending over to put the bacon and sausages under the grill.
It wasn’t long before her breasts were covered in cooking oil and I was having a good old rub-a-dub.
When the bangers were done I used them on my wife’s bald snatch instead of putting them in my gob.
But as usual, I turned up at work starving hungry again.
The same thing happened when I got home from work. There she was – totally nude but for a light dusting of flour from the fish she was battering.
She poured me a drink and before I knew it, my cock was stiff and she was having a good gobble.
But before I had a chance to tuck in to my fish supper she’d rubbed it all over her pussy and demanded I eat it off her instead!
Of course, most of it ended up on the floor. In desperation I suggested we go out for a meal. But when she came downstairs she was wearing a micro-mini with her sussies showing and a low-cut top with no bra.
As we drove to the restaurant she leaned over and started to give me a nosh.
When we eventually sat down and ordered our food, she told me she wasn’t wearing knickers and needed a seeing-to in the bogs.
When we got back from shagging, the waiter had delivered our food and it had gone stone cold!
This sort of thing happens all the time. I was a bit nervous about inviting work colleagues round for a meal but she promised me that she would behave.
Only she didn’t. And when they arrived she was stood naked covered in custard with a chocolate eclair up her.
Luckily they thought it was a massive turn-on and we all ended up having a fantastic foursome!
But again, I didn’t get a crumb to eat that evening – unless you count a carrot covered in fanny-juice.
I’m desperate for a good square meal and don’t know what to do. What do you suggest?
KR, West Yorks