All characters are fictional.
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Tommy was just settling in on the couch. The grass was cut, the trash was out, he'd had a shower and grabbed a beer from the fridge.
His wife Jill was at her mother's and should be home soon. He hoped she didn't have more chores for him, the game was about to start.
But the game was delayed by rain, so he started flipping channels. As he went through the channels he was astounded by the amount of crap on TV.
Then he stumbled on one of those home shopping shows. A very pretty girl was modeling a summer dress.
She had a great body, with legs like a gymnast. She reminded him of his wife. Jill had been a gymnast, and still had the body for it.
Tommy was starting to think that he could easily think of things to do today instead of watching baseball, if only Jill was home.
She'd seemed so upbeat and flirty that morning. But they both had things to do, so they had behaved themselves.
Tommy was thinking of pulling his dick out, that would be a good way to waste some time.
He didn't want to cum. Jill would be disappointed if she missed out on his cum. But he could still play with it awhile. A little edging to build up a nice big load for her.
Just as he was getting a chub on, and rubbing himself, getting ready to whip it out, he heard her car pull up outside.
She came in moments later, wearing a sexy summer dress of her own. The light from the doorway just barely showed her body through the thin fabric.
She kicked off her flip flops, and stopped by the TV and they exchanged their greetings. She noticed what was on the television, and gave him a questioning look.
Tommy made sure to check out her body, and let her see him doing it. He explained that he was thinking about buying her that dress, that he loved seeing her legs.
Jill liked the way her husband was looking at her. And she checked him out too.
She made note of the partial erection in his shorts, and felt herself getting wet. She was starting to think about a little afternoon fun too.
"I love you in that dress." He told her, "You know that?"
"I know, that's why I wear it." She answered with a naughty smile and a curtsey.
"Come closer." He directed her in his husky voice. She didn't even hesitate, she walked up to him and, looking down said, "You need a closer look?"
"No." He answered. "I need to touch you." He ran his hands softly up the front of her firm thighs. Letting them reach up inside the hem of her dress, and back down.
She felt herself getting wet from his touch and the low, sexy tone of his voice. She had always been aroused by the things he said, and how he said it.
He slipped his hands around to the back of her legs and slid them back up under her dress again, but farther this time.
"How did I get so lucky to have such a sexy wife?" He asked as his hands continued up to her ass.
"Must be the sweet talk, I guess." She answered. Her voice giving away her arousal too.
As he squeezed her firm ass he asked, "Did you go to your mom's without panties on, you naughty girl?"
"No," She whispered. "I have panties on." She caught her breath as he reached some fingers into the crack of her ass and felt the thin strip of nylon right up against her sphincter.
"Ooh, a thong! Very fucking sexy!" He said looking up into her eyes. "Which ones? Show me."
She smirked at him and grasped the hem of her dress, slowly lifting it, until the small triangle of silky pink fabric came into view.
As small and thin as the panties were, there was no hair to be seen. "Fuck baby you are hot!"
He traced the strings of the thong with just his fingertips to where they met the patch of cloth in the front. And he gently traced the outline of that, to where her thighs met.
"Spread your feet." He coaxed her, still in the low sultry voice that could talk her into anything.
She obeyed without hesitation. Moving her feet to shoulder width apart, willingly giving him the access he desired.
The tone of his voice, his gentle touch, the sheer lust for her in his eyes, made her feel so desirable, she would do whatever he asked. Or commanded.
His fingers continued on their journey along the silky crotch of the thong. Not touching her pussy, but just tracing it, ever so softly.
He could see her tremble slightly. Noted the way her tits rose and fell as her breath increased. He knew she was getting wet for him.
He slipped his fingers just inside the front of the thong, and followed them up to the strings again.
Maintaining eye contact the entire time he slid his fingers under the strings, following them to her rounded hips. "I have to take these off now." He told her simply.
She bit her lip and nodded her head to acknowledge that simple fact. She knew it as well as he did.
He slowly, ever so slowly, peeled the panties off her hips. Never taking his eyes from hers. Despite the fact that he was revealing his wife's shaved mound directly in front of his face.
As he pulled the strings down her legs, the crotch stuck briefly in her wet vulva. Then they were gone, down to her calves. She put her hands on his shoulders to steady herself as she stepped out of the scrap of material and string.
He had to look at her pussy then. The way he gazed at her, so hungry, made her feel so beautiful. She was feeling wetter by the second.
He used one finger to gently massage her swollen labia. Over and around, and through her thickening lips.
"You're getting wet for me, aren't you baby?" He asked quietly, looking up into her eyes again.
Jill couldn't find her voice, and simply nodded her head.
