My wife and I are in our early 40s and were recently at our friend’s house for dinner and drinks. It was getting late in the evening and before announcing that we should start going, I nipped off to the toilet for a quick slash and decided to rummage through our friend’s dirty washing basket. I discovered a very nice looking thong that belongs to my wife’s best friend and couldn’t help but try it on. Naturally, I started to get hard so decided to have a cheeky wank. May that moment, my wife’s best friend walks in to check on things (I’d been in there a while lol) and catches me cock in hand. She looked a bit startled at first but closed the door behind her, sat on the toilet and told me to carry on. I wanked like crazy and exploded everywhere. She got up, walked out and I cleaned up before heading downstairs as if nothing had happened. My wife and her friend’s husband barely even noticed how long I was gone for. I received a text later in the week telling me she can’t wait for everyone to arrange the next dinner date
i would quite enjoy another dinner with them. The thought of being caught again is a massive turn on and something I’d like to happen again. I'm not sure if it would be classed as cheating as we never touched and never planned it… it was just her watching me get off wearing her dirty thong in silence.
I never sniffed them, I just put them on. However, I do wish I sniffed and tasted them… maybe next time
Next time if you have a chance to get her panties, check her panties' gusset, you may find some stains to smell and if her panties is wet, you should suck to get her pussy's juice out.
Don't know if this qualifies, but I had the massage table set up on the back yard deck, trading full-body massages with a friend of mine; no clothes and no drapes. A guy climbed up on a neighboring roof, apparently to snake the plumbing stack. The guy I was working over asked if we should go inside. I replied no; I did my part by erecting a 6' privacy fence. If people are going to climb up on their roofs, they'll just have to deal with it. I continued to massage my friend, both of us naked and oiled in the sunshine, including a long, slow tantric cock massage, as the guy on the roof watched. I made sure to stand on the far side of the massage table so I didn't block his view. Having an unexpected audience was a big turn-on for me.
And no one was curious as to why her friend needed to remove her panties and leave then at her friends house…? Or do you all exchange laundry regularly? Maybe you weren’t the first one getting her all wet that evening…
