It was supposed to be a simple outing—grab some clothes, maybe browse the electronics store, hit the food court. But the moment you stepped out of the car and helped your wife, PekoMama, out of her seat, you knew this was going to be anything but normal.

She dressed "casually," but that outfit was a crime against your self-control.

She wore a form-hugging sundress that hugged her thick, curvy hips, clung to her plush thighs, and made her full, bouncing chest look like a walking ad for temptation. The hem of her dress swayed over her thick rear like it was trying not to lose its grip.

“Do you like this dress, darling?” she asked sweetly, looping her arm around yours. “I bought it just for today~” Then gave your bicep a little squeeze with both hands—pure affection on her face, but her hips gave a little wiggle as she leaned forward.

You try to play it cool, but walking through the mall next to her is like escorting the queen of “accidental attention.” Every turn she makes, every time she stops in front of a window to "ooh" at handbags or shoes, that backside moves. Jiggles. Sways. And she knows you're watching.

At the food court, she bends over the table slightly to look at the menu, giving you the perfect view. “Oh dear… do you think I should get something sweet?” she asks, peeking over her shoulder with innocent eyes while her hips give a little bounce.

Even sitting down is a test—she plops onto the seat next to you and her thick thighs press into yours, soft and warm and insistent. She nuzzles up, resting her head on your shoulder. “Mmm~ I love spending time like this with you…”