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He Never Knew

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Oh, I know he looks at me sometimes, and to be honest, I make sure he has something to look at from time to time. All it takes is a low-cut t-shirt and maybe a thong worn just a little too high. Bending down or squatting, so it rides up higher. I have noticed he prefers the thongs that look worn, not brand new lacy numbers.

Oh, don't get me wrong, I don't want him, I am married, come to that, so is he. But damn, it is the pure sexual tension of him having no idea what I am thinking or feeling.

So, today. A low-cut white t-shirt, the one that really shows my boobs off, low-cut jeans and that slightly off-white thong that I know he likes to get a look at if he can. (Actually, it was my first ever thong that I got when I was 15.)

Sitting there, letting him walk behind me and casting that careless glance down, just at the moment I leaned forward in my chair. Letting him see the top of my ass and the cheeks a little either side of the material.

By luncthime, I was fucking well dripping! And then, IN WALKED HIS WIFE! I haven't met her before, but I can see why he isn't interested in making a move she is drop dead gorgeous. And then, out of nowhere, the first ever lesbina thought popped into my mind. I had a sudden image of me wanking his cock, after it had been in her!

Well, the thought of that hot man-scent, with his wife's pussy cream on it made me nearly wet myself. So I started squeezing my thighs together as he and his wife chatted.

Looking right at them, and joining in their conversation, I came in my panties, and not just once! I had two orgasms while chatting with them. I think she guessed something had happened because she shot me an odd 'What are you doing?' type of look.

So, she left, and I went to the bathroom. I peeled my jeans down followed by the thong. I tell you something, it never got THAT when when I first wore it, and I used to wet up pretty good then! (Well, you know what it's like 15, hormones flooding, boys wanting to cop a feel.)

I sat on the toilet and jilled hard and fast. Two more orgasms, one of which was a squirter and made me gasp. A few moments to get my act together, and then out of the cubicle, and there was his wife freshening up.

A little idle girly chatter and I made for the door.

That's when she said her goodbye to me.

'Good cum?'



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