Wifes a drunken slut
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A Wife's Discovery, Ch. 1 free porn video
"I'm going to be home a little late today honey; I need to finish up this
account. Dinner is ready in the crock pot... don't worry about my
laundry, I'll get it when I get home. I love you, see you soon!" I knew
he'd be in a meeting at that time, so my call would be directed to
voicemail. I had carefully planned the message to plant the seeds I knew
would trigger his curiosity. Things were falling into place nicely.
It was about 6 months before this day that my life started to change. I
had started to notice things being different around the house. I had
done my laundry one evening, knowing I had worn my favorite silk and lace
panties the day before. I had tossed the enticingly pink panties into
the basket containing my delicate load. When I pulled the laundry out
that night to fold it, the panties were gone! I checked the floor... the
laundry basket... they were gone. When laundry was done again a few days
later, I found them. This time, they were not mixed in with my clothes,
but rather they were crumpled inside of John's pant leg. I wondered what
happened, but attributed it to his tidying up and just tossing them in
with his. I was so na?ve then.
Then, a few weeks later I noticed my panty drawer was a bit off its
track. I surely hadn't noticed that in the morning when I slowly pulled
on my yellow and pink striped, silk panties and complimentary yellow silk
bra. I knew he was watching me that morning from bed as I stood there
dressing. I had been careful to face away from him, slowly bend over all
the way, and slip each foot into the panties, one at a time, followed by
a seductive sliding up of the thin straps to my hips. Once I was pretty
sure his cock would be growing, I slowly crawled into bed, pulled his
underwear off, and moved on top of him. As my hips moved along, stroking
his budding cock through the thin layer of silk that separated us, I
asked, "You certainly seemed to be enjoying the show... do you like these
panties?" When he replied that I looked stunning, I kissed this cheek
gently, said thank you, and moved off the bed to finish getting ready.
After a month or so of steadily increasing awareness, the next sequence
of clues was firmly embedded into my mind, bringing me to the realization
of what was truly happening. I understand that it is typical for men to
enjoy looking at lingerie catalogs and sexy magazines, but I never
expected what was coming. As I was preparing dinner, the abrupt shrill
of the phone startled me. On the other end came a seductive voice,
asking for John. I had seen the caller ID and knew that it was a
lingerie store calling. What did he have planned for me??? I responded,
cautiously, to say that he was not here, but that I was his wife. The
gentleman politely informed me that the red neglig?e that had been
ordered was currently on back order, and did I want the stockings and
heels to be sent now? For whatever reason, I felt the need to ask the
size of the ordered shoes. Of course I was coy about it, asking just to
"make sure" that they did in fact have a size 12 available- definitely
not my size. He said they did- and I immediately knew. John was
certainly going to have to answer some serious questions.
Over the following weeks, whenever I could sneak a safe moment alone, I
began to investigate deeper... snooping through shoe boxes on the closet
shelves, checking bags stashed in the trunk of his car, and digging to
the bottom of drawers in his dresser. First, I discovered a collection
of ladies lingerie. The items were intensely sexy, and I tried each of
them on in succession, though they were clearly not new. Maybe for a
second I feared there was another woman, but my fears were quieted soon
after when I located the box of moisturizers and make up in the bottom
night stand drawer. While those fears were quelled, new and equally
intense feelings arose. As I stood there, clad scantily in the pink and
black corset from his polka dot box, coupled with shimmering silk black
panties, I began to feel stimulated as never before. I felt myself
swelling, my clit became engorged, and I could smell the sweet smell of
arousal permeating the air. I knew at that moment that I was in a
serious predicament- I had clearly saturated the black panties with the
wetness inspired by his forbidden secret, but he would be home soon. If,
by chance, he would sneak away to choose this outfit, I would be
discovered. The best I could do now was hand wash the panties, replace
them carefully, and hope that the lingering scent of my juices would go
unnoticed.
Nothing from that day was ever called into question, so after a month
filled with torrid passion between us, I began to devise a plan. His
secret had filled with me desire and introduced me to a fantasy I never
knew lurked within me. I needed him to know, but feared that my exposure
might ruin his enigmatic wants. The intensity had grown inside of me,
bringing me to extreme wetness whenever the visions entered my mind and I
could no longer bear to keep this secret. I wondered how often he pulled
that box of lingerie out... how often did he feel the need to hide??? I
began to leave my panties lying on the bathroom floor, "accidentally" of
course, noting precisely how they lay as I left for the day. Each time,
upon my return, I found them lying on the floor, but altered in their
position. After three or four times, I was confident that I had not
misread what was going on and it was time to act. I decided to peek
through a crack in the bathroom door when he thought I had left. I saw
him, my husband, sitting on the edge of the bathtub, rubbing my worn
panties across his nipples, slowly smelling the delicious odor left
behind, and then deliberately pulling the panties on, one foot at a time,
just as I had that morning months before in the bedroom. As he stood
there looking in the mirror, I could see him begin to touch himself. As
his clit began to swell, I could hear him breathe deeply. The truth had
come to light for me. For so long, my John had fantasized about being
permitted to wear enchanting attire. My intense love for all of him,
curiosity about 'her', and fantasies were consuming.
The time had come for us to share in this world together, and I had
planned out every detail. When I awoke that morning, the sun was peering
through the window and the morning dew created a reflection that danced
across the bedroom ceiling. I awoke, showered, and dressed for work with
new, red lace panties and bra underneath. He laid asleep as I slipped
out the door. I threw my delicate, cum-scented laundry into the dryer,
started the crock pot, and headed off for the morning. I had a bit of
shopping to do in preparation for the day. After a few hours, when I
knew he had left for his morning meeting, I returned home, parking down
the street and out of view. Heading to the bedroom, the excitement was
beating in my chest. I had waited for this day my whole life. I called
his phone, left him a message that would bear no hint of what was to
come, and arranged things just perfectly. In the night stand drawer I
placed the new strap-on dildo I had bought that morning, complete with a
tube of lube that would ensure ecstasy. I placed a shiny, black can of
gold dust under the edge of the mattress. He had spent years making me
feel like the perfect woman, and it was my time to show him just how
excited I was to make him MY girl.
When John came home, I heard the door close behind him, and deliberate
strides approached up the steps as I stood in the closet. Through the
crack in the door I saw him saunter towards the laundry room, heard the
metal door open, and imagined his face as he reached in, only to find the
aroma of my cum stained panties meandering through the air. He would
immediately wonder how this had happened and likely relish in this
opportunity. From down the hall, I saw him slip his shoes off, followed
by the gentle lowering of his khaki pants and typically styled boys
underwear. I could only see the side view of the figure, but could tell
that arousal was just setting in. The cock that would typically be
flaccid in this situation instead hung out and had grown to show a
noticeable difference. He would enjoy the feeling of silk against his
body soon. I could only imagine that within a few minutes, he would be
stroking his cock, reveling in the imagination of looking pretty.
That time would not yet be acceptable and I prepared to make my move. He
gathered up a few pairs of silk panties, headed towards our bathroom and
walked in. Dressed in my sheer red bra and panties cloaked by a black,
satin robe, I slowly emerged, positioned myself in the bathroom doorway,
and made a quiet "Shhhhhhhh....." He quickly turned, saw there was no
escape route and noticed my finger held against my lips to remind him
that he may not speak. As he dropped the panties on the floor, I took
his hand and led him out to our room. I had a charmingly wrapped package
on the bed and gave him permission to open it. Inside were pale pink
satin panties and a lace-trimmed, matching corset. A furtive smile
passed over his lips just before his eyes grew wide and he looked up at
me. Just as he interrupted with the start of a plea for explanation, I
began uttering the lines I had rehearsed in my mind over and over.
"Honey, we need to get some things straight, now, ok? You may just nod
your head in agreement, but you are not to speak unless given permission.
I have always appreciated your taste in lingerie, and you have always
chosen for me so well. Now it is time for you to be rewarded. I've
watched you enjoying my panties after I take them off. I've watched you
transform yourself into a little slut and cover yourself with the aroma
of juice having dripped off my clit. I've seen you stand in front of the
mirror, stroking your clit through my satin panties. Your box of make-up
shows you've experimented with completing the look. I've imagined you
fearing how I would respond if you were caught. And so the time has
come, and you have been caught, and now is the time for you to show me
that you want to be MY girl!"
I pulled her off the edge of the bed and instructed her to don the items
from the box. As she reached to pull up the panties, I could see a
stiffening clit. As I moved her hands away, I said, "You will not touch
that, do you understand? Not until you are given permission." A nod of
the head followed, and I pulled out the gold dust. "You want so badly to
feel pretty, don't you? Use the feather brush and smear some of this on
your skin." She followed the directives, and I said, "Ok, you seem to be
doing well at following directions. Now that you've had a bit of
practice... it's time for you to show me just how much of a girl you can
be. " I had made impeccable estimations of sizes for the corset; it fit
just perfectly, squeezing in just the right way as to create the illusion
of breasts from her soft skin. The panties rose just above the tip of
her partially enlarged clit and the spaghetti-strap sides rested just on
her hip bones. Just a little more excitement and her clit would begin to
protrude. As I laid her on the bed before me, it became clear to her
just how badly I wanted this. I began to slip my robe softly down from
my shoulders, allowing it to crumple upon the floor at the side of the
bed. I moved on top of her, straddling my hips over hers and had her
remove my bra. I leaned over, began to kiss her ear and whisper what a
good girl she was being. As I caressed her breasts and felt her pulse
start to race, I could feel my own breaths deepening and I was becoming
very swollen. I removed my panties slowly and began caressing her soft,
supple breasts as I kissed her neck with increasing passion. I could
sense my hips moving along her swollen panties.
When there was no longer doubt in her mind as to what was going to
happen, using my teeth, I gently tugged her already moist panties down
and threw them to the floor. I moved my hand to reach for the night
stand drawer and spoke: "You have dreamed of being a girly slut- now is
the time. Do you think you can handle being fucked?" A fervent nod
spoke volumes and I pulled out the strap-on, and placed the straps around
each of my legs. First reaching with one arm, then two, I pulled her
knees up and oozed lube on the phallic protrusion. I reached down with
my tongue and began to playfully tease all around her swollen clit. As I
held her legs up, I slowly moved into her, gently at first. With the
first hint of penetration came feminine sounds from my lover- an enticing
and girly moan. Repeatedly, I moved into her, each time feeling the
pressure against my own clit and bringing me closer to orgasm. "Would
you like to cum with me?" I asked, and she reached down, beginning to
stroke herself as I would grind into her. In unison, we came together
and the sweet smell of intimacy filled the room. I moved out of her and
cupped my lips around the head of her clit, tasting the last drops she
had to offer. I had never seen so much cum at one time and knew this
fantasy had been well worth the wait.
This new sense of virile intensity had sparked a change in me, and
clearly my girl had enjoyed this. Her wet, pussy like ass had accepted
my extended self, and I began to dream of my next encounter. This need
for peripheral power was only growing stronger... If only she knew the
next adventure I had in store for her!!!
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