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You ask Angie, in as even a tone as you can muster, how her lunch date with Greg went. Your wife gives you that smile, that wicked yet tender smile, and starts to slip her jeans off. You watched her get ready for that date, and know for a fact she was wearing her baby blue thong panties when she left your house.

She steps out of the jeans, lays back on your bed, and crooks her finger to beckon you. “See for yourself, baby. I’ll fill in the story while you do.” And she will, in every excruciating erotic detail, as you bury your face between her legs. Gingerly, at first, but with growing intensity until you’re devouring her frantically when she reaches the climax of the tale, a moment followed immediately by the climax in your Levi’s.

He invited me over, so I thought it odd that he answered the door with a briefcase in his hand. “Work called, gotta go in for a bit. Wife’s down the hall” was his hello, and goodbye. Odd, indeed.

I wandered down the hall, thinking that was expected, til I came to a half-open door. She was on the bed, scantily clad, spectacularly sexy. Things started to click into place for me, and the final click was when she said “my husband had to go for a while, and he said I should entertain you.”

I replied “I’m enjoying just looking at you, so I can’t wait to see what entertaining includes.” She laughed, a friendly laugh, and patted the bed next to her. I sat down and she said “I think you know what we have in mind. How much of our time are you willing to waste?”

A strong, direct, honest woman, who knows what she wants...not something you run across every day. I put one hand behind her neck to pull her to me for a kiss, as the other cupped her firm breast. “I don’t want to waste any” was my response, and she kissed me harder, pulling her bra strap down to expose that beautiful breast to me. I pulled the other, and her tits were free, her bra around her waist. I clamped onto a hard nipple with my mouth as my hands busied themselves removing her panties.

Her hands were busy too, with buttons and zippers, and before we knew it we were both naked. I pulled her into a 69, and she lowered her pussy onto my face as she licked down the length of my shaft. I probed her with my tongue, nibbled her pink clitoris, and tried to concentrate on her pleasure even as I felt my own building under the efforts of her talented mouth. Pausing once, mainly to breathe, I asked how long her husband would likely be gone. “Long enough, baby...he knows what’s up” was her reply, and exactly the one I wanted to hear.

I was ready to fuck, and so was she. I rolled her over, scrambled around between her legs, and kissed her as my rigid cock impaled her. She was sucking the taste of herself off my tongue, and moaning, by the time I worked my full length inside her. We started missionary, rolled over again to cowgirl, and were a few minutes into doggy style when I knew I couldn’t hold out much longer. She had orgasmed, at least once, and I was ready to join her.

“Gonna cum” I grunted...a warning, an announcement, a chance for her to tell me how she wanted it. “Yes, baby, yes, cum in my pussy” was her groaned response, and it sent me over the edge. I fired my load, deep inside her, and watched her blond hair bounce as she nodded “yes, yes, yes”.

A minute or two of cuddling, and she picked up her phone to tap out a message. She showed it to me. “Your friend just fucked me. Come home and reclaim your wife.” I nodded, and grinned, and got up to get dressed.

He invited me over, but I barely saw him. Maybe next time, we will get a chance to hang out, him and me.

I hope not.

Your wife modeled these pink panties for you last night. You’d never seen her look sexier.

This morning she got on a plane, for a meeting she didn’t really need to attend. She did that because her colleague, the man who sent her these pink panties in the inter-office mail, will be there. She’s going to wear them for him, this evening. She’s going to be wearing nothing but them, and a smile, when she opens her hotel door to let him in, in fact.

Her phone will be on the nightstand, with you silent on the other end of the line. You’ll hear her moan when he slides his big cock inside her, hear her scream when he makes her cum.

Last night, you thought she’d never looked sexier. Tonight, you’ll think she’s never sounded sexier. And tomorrow, when she comes back home to you, and you’re devouring her pussy while she tells you every detail...you’ll tell her she’s never tasted sexier.