Sex-starved wife al­ways leaves me hun­gry for more

WITH MOR­GAN LEES

Midweek Sport - - SPORTS -

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.

Gob­ble

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

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