I’ve been waiting for this day.
Ever since I started, months ago, I’ve been fantasizing about you finding me. When I stuff my pussy with that dildo you saw me with, I imagine it’s you. When I hear your car in the driveway, my abused folds only get wetter. When you pay me for watching the kids my mind drifts to you paying me for *other* services. Not that you’d need to. I’m a good girl, I’d do it for free.
Did you ever suspect it? Did I leave my scent in the air, arousal, and sweat, and sex? Did you ever think twice about the perk of my nipples on those days I was bold enough to forego a bra? Did you find the panties I left in your bed that one night, and realize that your wife’s were two sizes larger?
You did, didn’t you. You just didn’t know it was for you.
The panties were the most adventurous of a recent series of experiments. I was growing restless. I craved the thrill of being caught, but was just afraid enough of the aftermath to refrain from anything too drastic.