It was bold and musky, had a slight salty taste, but still heavenly. I then went to the bathroom and wrapped them around my **** ... the head pressed ...ight against where her ***** rests till I exploded, but not in the panties. I was trying to figure out a way to let her know I handled her panties, but not be to obivious in case she would tell the wife. So i decided to press my **** REALLY hard into them..make a deep impression, stretching out the material. I was not even sure she would notice,. “For my record and just in case I need to send it to your family and friends.” The words struck terror within me.At that point I was ordered to turn around and get dressed in what my wife had placed on the bed. There was a black thong, a print camisole with matching panties, along with my jeans and sweatshirt.“We’re heading for a shopping trip,” she spoke. “Let’s go. Now!”Once at our nearby department store, I had to follow her into the departments she chose. She picked up a pleated, lacy. ‘So, how was your talk?’ I shrug and I glance over at Luke who is attempting to keep his eyes on the floor. I sigh and I run two of my fingers through my hair, ‘It was fine.’ ‘What did you two talk about?’ ‘Nothing really. I mean… Luke politely apologized and so did I,’ I say with an innocent shrug, my plastic fork cutting into my pancakes. ‘Why did you have to apologize? He was the one that called you a whore.’ I shake my head and I pull the piece of pancake off my fork with my tongue,. She allowed but I felt she was uncomfortable. She slept in my opposite direction. I put my other hand on hips and started pressing she said what are you doing. To which I replied that just making you relax. Slowly I wanted to seduce her more so that she succumbs to my intentions as I knew she was hungry for sex. I moved my other hand on her back and started playing with her back bra strip. There was no movement from her. It served as an encouraging sign for me.Then I slowly slipped my hand.