Swinging wife
I was at the top of the stairs and was heading for the bathroom when I turned my head to look along the dark hallway in to our bedroom. There was my wife with her white towelling robe wrapped round her rummaging through her chest of draws for underwear; she lifted out her black and red thong that matched the black Basque with the red roses on it. My heart skipped a beat and my cock twitched with excitement it reminded me of why I was upstairs in the first place, the bathroom. I headed in to...