I was very very horny
but my wife had gone away
So i put her sexy knickers on
I know, what can i say
The lace was black and shiny
As my cock began to swell
It poked above elastic
I’ll cum as sure as hell
I didnt want to touch it
If i did i wouldn’t last
No hands were going to jerk it
Until ejaculation passed
I stood there in her undies,
Precum glistening on the tip,
Feeling every surge build tension
As I stretched and bit my lip.
I said i wouldnt touch it
And of course i never did
But the feel of her sweet knickers
Made me blow my bloody lid
I came so hard and quickly
It trickled down the lace
Now im not so bloody horny
I had cum ,I’d won my race.
Then the door creaked just behind me,
And there she stood, amused
“Been out here all the time dear.
Looks like you’ve been quite well used.”
She crossed the room unhurried,
Let her own clothes hit the floor,
Climbed on top me grinning,
Said she’d wanted this before.
She peeled the lace back off me,
Traded teasing hands for more,
Took what I’d been saving,
Made me break the oath I’d swore.
She hadnt gone away
Indeed never left the house
Shed been peeking through the door
As quiet as a mouse.
She never said a word
About the day i wore her lace
But i often caught her smiling
With a grin upon her face.
