I don't know a lot about men's tailoring, but it looked very expensive, the silk lining being particularly striking. Maybe a little overweight, but n...ot overly so – stocky rather than fat. His wife, Anna, was very elegant, slim and about the same age as him; she'd clearly spent a lot of time – and money – keeping herself trim, what with the beautifully manicured nails, the light tan and, I detected, smooth skin where you'd expect wrinkles. Either botox or a face-lift; maybe both. However,. His eyes went back to where his wife was laying on her bed. There his wife lay; he could not believe his eyes. She looked so beautiful in her home wear night gown. Aravind blinked, his breath catching in his throat. His wife’s breasts were fully exposed in all their glory, her nipples deep red and fully erect, they reminded him of large ripe raspberries he picked as a much younger boy. His wife’s facial expression were contorted in some form of sexual ecstasy, and was turned to the right facing. The air around her was thick with a fragrance. Though it seemed more a casual deodorant than a perfume, the sporty aroma was undeniably attractive. It was obvious that she was deliberately teasing him. For one thing, the evening was just a little too cool for such an airy garment to be a natural choice.It pleases him that she is making an effort to arouse him. Once upon a time these seductive little mind games of hers infuriated him. More to the point, he hates the fact that he is indeed so. You sound just like a motorboat."Taking his hand she led him over to the bed."You are to spank me first, and then I want that cock of yours inside me for hours," she ordered, "though I tell you what; I never ever thought I would see you flustered. Most un-butler-like, don't you think?" Princess, are you quite sure..." Stop spluttering and start spanking," she said, kneeling on the bed and presenting her arse to him.Robinson considered the beautiful, if rather plump, white arse mooning at him.