This story isn’t as wild as some/most on here, but my wife is very vanilla, so this is one of the most exciting times we’ve had together. Last story I posted went down well, so thought I’d share this too. Let me know what you think
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I came home from work one Friday, nothing special, but glad that it was the end of the week. The door was locked, so I suspected my wife had either gone out to the supermarket or to her parents, not unusual. I unlocked the door, and stepped in, dropped my bag and took my shoes off. “You should lock the door again.” I jumped, expecting the house to be empty. I looked up the stairs to where the voice had come from, to see my wife standing on the stairs, clad in a white basque, lace panties (which I’d discover was a thong when she turned round), and white stockings. She turned and climbed the stairs, and so I obviously followed, straight into our bedroom.