Perfect Aphrodisiac
Gail fondly remembered when her husband, John, had looked like the young man setting the fancy drink on the table next to the lounge chair where she reclined. She tore her eyes from the prime male specimen serving her to her husband. He'd softened some and was thicker in the waist, but he still excited her more than any man, and whenever he smiled at her she wanted to lie down and... She shook away those thoughts and watched the hunk cockily stroll away. He was ripped. A real hard body. She...