That Monday, back at work, I felt a bit odd with the pants material rubbing against my smooth skin and a thong running between my ass checks. She came...into my office and told me to drop my pants so she could check. She was happy with my choice of thong and the smoothness of my legs. I told her that it felt weird having the pants material rubbing against my bare legs and she suggested that we go shopping at lunch for stockings. We went out at noon and dropped into a local woman's undergarment. (Someday I will have to write a full story about that night!)Hubby got sexted by one of his old American girl friends early in July. It was a lovely shot of a still gorgeous woman with wonderful tits. I made hubby tell me, which was not all that hard, everything he had done with them as he looked at them and I stroked him. I was really hot hearing his ‘confession’ and he blew a tremendous load for her...me?Everyone is off to their summer places in the summer so it was just Annika and Anna. .I just have a fantasy that me and you hook up" he said.I didn't know what to think. Steven was the last person in the world I ever thought could be gay."So, are you gay?" I asked."NO! I just get really horny and stuff..."At this point Steven was rubbing his junk through his gym shorts. I can't explain it. A part of me thought, "Ok, no one will ever know."He moved closer to me and I started getting excited. He pulled his shorts off and at first I looked away. Steven is my height but a little. That kind of trust does not come easily, but six years and every bit of teenage angst and awkward changes brought us to this point. After trailing his fingers along my neck, he reached down to the hem of my old t-shirt and tugged on it, his non-verbal command to take it off. I yanked my shirt up over my head, being careful not to take the blindfold off with it, and tossed my shirt somewhere across the room. The cool air drew goosebumps along my skin and an appreciative chuckle from him. His.