Bikini Time - My new Wife.

Rose stepped into the kitchen, the scent of sugar and vanilla hanging in the air. “Hey, honey! Did you get the ingredients?” Will stood by the counter, a spread of flour, eggs, and chocolate before him. “Yeah, everything’s right here—just left them all in—” His voice caught as he turned. “—Wow.” Rose struck a pose, her lithe frame sheathed in a bikini so daring it bordered on defiance. The fabric clung to her curves like an afterthought, leaving tantalizing gaps where skin glowed in the kitchen light. His mouth went dry. “What a reaction,” her right head teased, while the left one giggled behind a hand. “It’s not like you don’t see me naked every day.” Will dragged his gaze upward, slow as syrup. “Heh. You’re the one who insists on sleeping naked.” “And you’ve never once objected.” She trailed a finger along his jaw with one of her four hands, hips swaying as she moved past him toward the counter. The other three hands were already at work, arranging bowls and measuring spoons with effortless precision. Will crossed his arms, leaning back against the table. “So what’s the occasion?” “Oh, it’s just that I woke up with my heads out of sync —and you know how that goes. Marie wanted to surprise you naked but Heather preferred to come clothed for simple comfort to avoid the wobbling of this toys,” Rose said, holding her four large breasts. “I see—and the bikini was Marie’s decision,” Will said, crossing his arms as he watched his wife from behind. The sight was mesmerizing. Her perfect triple legged butt, her four arms moving in perfect coordination with her two heads, which were focused on organizing the ingredients and starting to prepare their dessert. “Mmm. Practical, too.” Rose’s right head winked. “Easy access for the secret ingredient.” Will’s grin turned wicked. “Best wife in the world. How do I even repay you?” Rose glanced over her shoulder, one pair of eyes dark with promise. “Oh, you’ll pay,” she purred. “I’ll collect my cream when I’m done.” Will dropped into a chair, stretching his legs. Worth every penny.