10 o’clock, left me three hours to talk myself out of it. Or into it. I wasn’t sure which.oOo I made sure I was earlier, all too aware that, had I...been wearing panties, they’d have been soaked even before I turned the key in the ignition. I spent most of the next fifteen minutes nervously smoothing my skirt down, paranoid that the cool breeze that teased between my thighs would pick up and lift the hem, just enough, to out me, cursing myself for wearing a light cotton mini that came perilously. Clear rivulets rolled and clung to my legs, a small puddle on the floor. His wrist and arm were soaked and I could barely breathe despite his hand for once being nowhere near my larynx.I feel the latent effects even now under my dress, the air circulating where he has forbidden me to wear panties. And recalling last night has me wet again. It seeps from my folds to be dried by the crisp, eddying woodland air.Fuck. This can't be the end. I need more. More of his hands on my body, igniting my. Aur jab humnePhone pe baat karma start kiya to main aise hi maje maje me usse pooch leta tha ki tumhara koi boyfrnd hai kya. Pehle to usne nahi bataya lekin jab hum log frank ho gaye to usne bataya ki uska breakup ho chukka hai. Tab mere man me use chodne ka khayal aane laga. Ek din maine use phone kiya aur bola ki main kal office nahi aa raha hoon. Usne vajah poochi to maine bataya ki kal mera birthday hai(maine use jhooth bola tha). To vo boli ki bolo kya gift chahiye. To maine bola ki milte. I watched my wife get changed, black sheer lingerie underneath a low cut top and knee length skirt, immediately I began thinking of her flashing guys etc and found myself hard and turned on.Hearing Dawns car, Claire gave me a kiss and told me not to stay up for her, like normal she would txt me when she was on her way home.Settling down in our lounge, my mind wandered to her sexy body, 34dd boobs, shaved pussy and size 10 figure, even at the age of 38 she looked good.I couldnt stop thinking.