Someone Who Truly Appreciates Her

Chanel's at the kitchen table, head bent over homework, when she asks Dee for a hand. Dee leans in close, and Chanel catches the new perfume. Dee blushes and admits her husband’s been distant, so she’s hoping a fresh scent might spark something. She shuts that talk down fast and goes back to algebra. Days later, nothing’s changed except Dee keeps trying. New outfits. New attitude. Chanel sees it all and keeps wondering what kind of idiot ignores a woman who looks like Dee. Tonight Chanel walks in on Dee wearing nothing but thin lace lingerie, all curves and soft skin, blonde waves brushing her big tits. Dee jumps, then sighs, says her husband still hasn’t noticed. Chanel’s eyes move slow over every inch, heat rising. She steps closer and says it flat: if the guy can’t see Dee’s worth, he doesn’t deserve her. Chanel tells her she’s always been beautiful—natural tits, tight body, everything—and all those changes aren’t needed. Dee’s breath catches. She’s never heard that from her own husband. Something clicks. Chanel moves in, hands sliding over warm skin, fingertips grazing Dee’s nipples until they stiffen. Dee moans low, legs parting, and Chanel slips two fingers between them, working slow circles on her clit. Dee pushes into the touch, hungry, soaking. Chanel works her deeper, knuckles slick, watching Dee’s chest heave and her lips part with every stroke. Dee comes hard, thighs shaking, finally getting all the attention she’s been missing—and Chanel isn’t done giving it.