My Candy J's wife, MycandyC, was always off-limits, but that day, she looked especially tempting. Her brunette hair cascaded down her shoulders, her big tits straining against her top, her petite frame accentuated by her tight jeans. When she sat close, I could see her camel-toe, her pussy lips visible through the denim. She caught me looking and smiled, her eyes filled with mischief. She leaned in, her breath hot on my ear, "I've been so naughty, MycandyJ," she whispered, her hand finding my cock. I was rock-hard, my balls aching. She rubbed me through my pants, her touch feather-light, driving me crazy. I wanted to fuck her, to feel her tight pussy around my big cock, but we'd promised not to go that far. Yet, as she unbuttoned my pants, revealing my throbbing cock, I knew we were playing with fire.