
… my wife’s right here in the living room, distracted as I play with you, thinking of you, looking at you in panties. She had an old girlfriend up a couple weekends ago, we all partied and she n I barely, just barely kept our cool and didn’t acknowledge the heat n hunger between us. Which my Lady sensed, and was on the lookout for any violation of marital vows thereof. So when I went upstairs to get my wife’s girlfriend situated in the guest room, and she said How about a hug? … that’s all it was. But it was close. If we’d shared a look into each other’s eyes, we likely would have been fucking two minutes later. … but a couple days later, as I straightened the room after her visit, I found a pair of panties, wrapped in paper towel. Thought maybe they’d been pee’d on - as we all are of advanced age - but it was fresh. If it smelled of anything, it was pussy. I wore those panties that very night as I beat off. Gonna go in now n put em on. Inspired by you.