Caught Out
I didn't hear the door close, neither did I hear the creak of the stairs. But what I did hear was "what the fuck are you doing?"My wife had arrived home very early, apparently because her meeting had been cancelled.My embarrassment could not be concealed as I stood in the bedroom naked with my rigid cock in my hand. Naked that is except for the garter belt, black sheer stockings and a tiny g-string.Also laid out before me on the bed were approximately 30 porn magazines, already open on selected...