"So I'll be home soon, Babe. Put on the dress I picked out for you
this morning. No panties." Click. It was Jack on the phone. He's on his
way home and he's bringing a friend you haven't met. The two of you haven't
been getting on that well lately. Maybe a little socializing will be nice.
The dress is something you never wear around the house. What could he have
in mind? It's high above the knees and tight around your bottom. You'll
have to be careful sitting and crossing your legs. You put on some pretty
sandals that you got for the beach last summer, choose a top that's a little
slinky and open but goes well with your skirt. Jack and his friend enter.
Your spouse takes you in his arms and kisses you deep. You're a little
flustered, not used to him expressing this kind of affection in front of
strangers, but his tongue is exciting in your mouth and his hands feel nice
as they slide up your thighs to cup your bare buttocks. Roman, it turns
out, was a stranger to Jack till this afternoon. European and swarthy, he
flashes a friendly smile at every opportunity. His most remarkable feature,
you observe, is the large bulge in his trousers. After you've found him
appreciating the swing of your pretty breasts a time or two, then caught him
looking up your skirt unabashedly, you retaliate by openly appraising his
crotch. You blush when you realize that he's throbbing as you look at him,
that a small stain of moisture is forming where his cock is pushing at the
material. You turn your attention to the festivities....
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"So I'll be home soon, Babe. Put on the dress I picked out for you
this morning. No panties." Click. It was Jack on the phone. He's on his
way home and he's bringing a friend you haven't met. The two of you haven't
been getting on that well lately. Maybe a little socializing will be nice.
The dress is something you never wear around the house. What could he have
in mind? It's high above the knees and tight around your bottom. You'll
have to be careful sitting and crossing your legs. You put on some pretty
sandals that you got for the beach last summer, choose a top that's a little
slinky and open but goes well with your skirt. Jack and his friend enter.
Your spouse takes you in his arms and kisses you deep. You're a little
flustered, not used to him expressing this kind of affection in front of
strangers, but his tongue is exciting in your mouth and his hands feel nice
as they slide up your thighs to cup your bare buttocks. Roman, it turns
out, was a stranger to Jack till this afternoon. European and swarthy, he
flashes a friendly smile at every opportunity. His most remarkable feature,
you observe, is the large bulge in his trousers. After you've found him
appreciating the swing of your pretty breasts a time or two, then caught him
looking up your skirt unabashedly, you retaliate by openly appraising his
crotch. You blush when you realize that he's throbbing as you look at him,
that a small stain of moisture is forming where his cock is pushing at the
material. You turn your attention to the festivities....
