Her thighs were thick and smooth, and the curve of her back arched beautifully as she worked.
My cock twitched hard, already growing stiff again at the sight.
Nadia could feel my presence behind her. She didn't turn around, but her breathing grew a little heavier. She knew exactly what kind of view she was giving me, and she didn't try to hide it.
Instead, she subtly pushed her ass out a little more as she continued scrubbing, silently offering herself while performing her new duties.
The contrast was intoxicating. Just a day ago she was a faithful wife. Now she was on her knees in nothing but underwear, washing another man's dirty laundry while her husband sat broken at home.
"There are my cum-stained underwear, Nadia," I said, pointing at the laundry basket where several pairs of my used briefs lay on top, visibly marked with dried white streaks of my cum.
