“Abbey… I CANNOT believe I let you talk me into doing this,” I said, shaking my head. I pinched the bridge of my nose as I looked down at the floor.
“What? Are you saying I DON’T look good??” You gave your patented “pouty, but I know I’m still sexy” look.
“That’s not what I said and you know it. Don’t put words in my mouth.” I was trying my best to sound angry, and I should have been, but she knew me too damn well. “Why not? I let you put plenty in MY mouth,” you said with a devious smile as you traced your fingers around your breasts.
I was sitting on the foot of the bed. You crawled behind me wearing the black and red lace panties and VERY flattering matching corset… that belong to my wife. You leaned over my shoulder, making a bit of a show of resting your ample breasts on my shoulder. “You told me you got these for her YEARS ago and practically had to BEG her to wear them for you the ONE time she did. The night you bought them, as you said. They don’t do any good being tucked back into a drawer and forgotten about. Besides, they fit me pretty well, I think. What do YOU think?”
I sighed as I turned sideways to face you, “yes, Abbey, you DO look good in them.”
You pushed me back and unzipped my pants. You didn’t even bother pulling them down, just spread them open and pulled my dick out through the opening in the front of my boxer-briefs, straddled me, still wearing the smooth, lace panties and slowly moved your hips back and forth, side to side and grabbed my hands, putting them on your breasts. God, your breasts are perfect. I had a hard time believing they’re natural when I first saw you.
The “dry” humping didn’t last long. You were so wet you were soaking through the sheer lingerie panties, lubricating me as you thrust your hips forward and back. Just wearing my wife’s lingerie wasn’t enough for you, apparently. To slid my left hand down and directed it to rubbing your clit through the panties as you rode me. I started with my thumb, but you grabbed my hand “That’s not my favorite finger, J. Use my favorite finger. Pretty please??”
I knew that there was absolutely no use in arguing the point. Yoy’re going to get your way. You know it. I know it. I can’t resist you, and that got you off even more. Reluctantly, and with a sigh through a moan of pleasure, I slid my ring finger between your skin and the panties, and starting working it around your clit and soaking wet pussy lips. It didn’t take long for that to be enough for you to be ready for the main event.
“Tell me I look better than her in them,” you said, moving your hips just a little faster.”What?? I can’t. That’s TOO far, Abbey,” I protested. “Without missing a beat you pulled my finger out of my wife’s panties and sucked your juices off of it, “Tell me I look better than her in them,” you said again. Fuck… “Alright, Abbey. You win,” I said as you put my ring finger back in between my wife’s panties and your soaking wet pussy, “you look better than her in them. A LOT better.” It wasn’t a lie, either, just a truth I felt guilty saying out loud. Not guilty enough.
You raised yourself off of me just enough to pull the panties to the side, exposing your pussy. After letting your lips ride up the full length of my shaft, you put me inside of you and sank back down on me. You kept moving your hips back and forth at the same, slow pace you were before. Unusual for you, but I wasn’t arguing. You leaned forward and pulled your long, dirty blonde hair out of its ponytail, letting it flow down around me, gently caressing my shoulders with it as you moved. God, that drives me insane with pleasure. I rolled my eyes back and kept working your clit with my ring finger, my other hand pulling the bra down to expose your perfect tits.
Just as I was about to cum, you did something REALLY out of the ordinary and pulled off of me. You pulled my cock up against you and I came upward against you, my cum running down your stomach onto my wife’s panties as you came inside of them, rubbing against my dick as it pulsed. It was every bit as intense as cumming inside of you.
As I cleaned myself up and got ready to leave your apartment, my wife’s lingerie was neatly folded and laying on the bed. “You can take it back, I’m done with it now,” you told me. I said “You may as well keep it. It’s not like she’ll ever use it or even look for it. If she ever asks where it went I can play it of and say ‘you must’ve gotten rid of it or something’ and she’ll probably buy that excuse easy. Besides, if she catches me washing them, there will be questions that I DON’T want to be asked.”
You came in and kissed me, “I don’t want you to wash them. I want you to put them back, just as they are, with OUR cum on them.”
“Oh, you’re insane. When she sees that , she’ll DEFINITELY have some fucking questions. Absolutely not!” I resolved to stand firm on this one. This was risky, even for you.
“Do it. For me,” and you gave me that fucking look that you know melts any willpower I could ever dream of mustering, “I’ll be SO turned on EVERY time we fuck just knowing they’re there. You said yourself that they were tucked back and never see the light of day. Do it for me. I’ll fuck you better than ever knowing they’re there!”
I sighed… loudly. I picked them up off the bed and gave them a long, hard look, then looked back at that look on your face. “Fuck… the things I do for you are going to kill me someday, you know that?”
You just giggled and smacked my ass, “You’ll have SO much fun getting up to it, though.”
Guilty feeling or not, you were right, Abbey.
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