Both the kids were asleep, her parents had gone upstairs for the night and Kim decided to check her email. There was a message from her husband marked *private* in the subject line. She opened the message to read what it was about...
It began:
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Kim - been thinking about you a lot and since you weren't here to share my thoughts, I thought I'd write them down. :) With all the clothes shopping and talk of new dresses, we begin of course, we begin there...
Kim was standing on the other side of the room, with a glass of wine in her hand talking to some friends. God her new dress fit her really well. It seemed with each shift of her feet it highlighted a different part of her. Right now the little black dress was clinging ever so slightly to the left side of her ass and was pulled up ever so slightly so you could see a bit more of her lovely legs. She shifted again and it swang free and now you could see the definition of her entire ass and the faint lines of the lovely underwear she had bought to match the dress. It caused a dull ache in the pit of the stomach to watch it. I begin to think, how much longer must we stay at this party? And what type of mood is Kim in? Was she tired enough that when we got home she'd just want to go to sleep or could I spend some time telling her how lovely I thought she was and then peel that dress off of her slowly?
She shifted again and turned a bit this time. Now you could see it clinging the front of her thighs and the lines flowed perfectly up to her breasts...still a bit larger than usual so they filled out the dress nicely.
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Kim stopped reading the email for a moment and looked around vaguely paranoid that somebody would have noticed the flush in her face somehow and wonder why she was so intent on the computer screen. Nobody was around of course as everyone had turned in for the night so she turned back to the screen. She let her hand slip down the front of her shirt and brush the front of her breasts and thought about how her husband had written so lovingly of them. Back to the email...
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I couldn't take it anymore so I walked up behind her and put my arm around her waste and hugged her to me. Her dress swung back and brushed the front of my legs and she giggled and turned to smile at me. At the next pause in the conversation I asked if she wanted another drink. "Hmmm....I've already had a couple, let me come into the kitchen with you and see if they have anything non-alcoholic". We wandered off from the group of friends and found ourselves alone in the kitchen.
"You look fantastic" I said. She blushed and said thanks and then turned and opened the fridge. As she did that, all the concentrating on her dress interacting with her body came flooding back and I watched her bend slightly to see what she could fine. The dress started it's antics again, this time pulling up ever so slightly to hint at the idea that it could be raised a bit more and reveal the lovely panty clad bottom.
I leaned over behind her and peered over her shoulder and said "Anything good" and pressed slightly against her backside. I must admit, I was getting a bit affected at this point and I assume she could feel that through the thin dress and the shorts I was wearing. She let a throaty chuckle come out and said, "something very nice of course", stood, turned and patted me between my legs.