Alyssa made an exasperated sound but didn’t say anything. It made me wonder how far Kelly pushed this test of her self-control. I wouldn’t find ou... until we returned to the house.I decided to keep my mouth shut until we got everything inside. We didn’t pass anyone on the roads, and nobody was waiting for me at the house. It was a good sign.We pulled in and I sent the women inside while I carried in as many groceries per trip as I could. After my fifth trip, everything was in. Thank goodness for. She picked up a pleated, lacy white skirt, a satiny, spaghetti strapped top, a bra, size 36C (not her size), matching panties, thigh highs, black high heels and a Britney Spears type hat.I began to feel a sense of what was to come added to my already uncomfortable state of humiliation.When we were checking out, my wife whispered into my ear, “Won’t my bitch look good?” When I didn’t respond, the question was asked a bit louder. “Yes,” I whispered back. “What did you say” she asked? “Yes. " you slip one hand under my dress and with your other hand you snatch the little plug I was holding in mine...- " You're gonna drive me crazy Red...Have you got some lube ? " I give you a shrug and a smile you know how much I love "lubricarse" as you call it. I want to feel the "lubricarse" trickling down. I want you to spread it on generously...I want it to slide I want it to be warm and soft...at last. I want it to be just like me : curvy and smooth...All over !Your jean has already. That special "fullness" that comes of sexual desire. Your hand crosses your breasts and the touch on your nipples is electric. You wonder. Your hand strays to your pussy and everything is at attention, so you begin to rub a bit - just a gentle, feel good tracing of your pussy lips. You can't believe you want sex so soon again. You continue to rub, lost in the wonderful sensations.Then, Michael enters the alcove. Your hand draws back quickly as if you were a little girl getting caught with her.