You may have read the story my husband KatesMan wrote about our trip to the gynecologist and his pension for having me "done" by other men. The following is another example of how he likes to share.
It was a warm Saturday morning and I had a lot to get done. Kelly, my husband was having his monthly poker party tonight and I had shopping to do for it.
I get my shower and am on my way downstairs to start some coffee. Kelly calls out to me from the bedroom, "Kate, come bring that sweet ass in here." I tell him "I'm on my way out! It'll have to wait!" He says, "Just for a minute. I'm just thirsty." These words still give me a rush after all these years together. It brings back memories of when I was pregnant with our first child. He would never let me get up to use the bathroom when I was big with child and had to pee what seemed like ten times a night. He would just lay me back, spread my legs and drink my bladder dry. So, I walk into the bedroom to find my man laying there, his cock hard as a rock. I squat over his open mouth and relax. I hear his mouth filling and he swallows my piss, gulp after thirsty gulp. I tell him "mmm that felt so good, but I have to run!"
"On one condition" he says, "Keep your panties here." I do as he says, thinking he's in that dominate mood today. "I'll be back soon!" I say. He takes me in his arms, kissing me, letting me taste the pee that still lingers on his lips. He pulls away and say "Kate, let them see."
I leave the house knowing for sure that if I was wearing panties, they would be soaked by now. His parting words linger in my head. He wants me to show off my pussy to anyone I can. That is just what I'll do. I hit the mall with list in hand. Going to a variety of stores. I make my last stop a little lingerie boutique. I want to pick out something special for this evening. While the game might be poker, if I'm lucky, it will turn out to be poker her. The sales lady greets me at the door and while this usually bothers me to be bombarded on entry, I have other things in mind. When she asks if she can help me, I tell her "I'm looking for something for a special evening. Something that on first glance looks innocent, but then turns wicked." She gathers up various outfits and sends me to the dressing room.
While trying on different variations of what seems like the same ole stuff, I ask "Let's try some crotchless panties." She moves away to find some and I could swear I hear a moan escape her lips.
"How about these?" she asks, handing me a pair of white lace panties. They seemed plain, but very feminine. Just what I was looking for. I try them on and call her in. She inspects them, telling me "They look lovely on you. You can barely tell they're crotchless. Anyone to come across you in those would be lucky!" I tell her "They feel great too. Let's see what happens when I open the package." With that, I sit down and open my legs slowly. I see her lick her lips as she gets first glance of my wet, shaved pussy. She comes closer to me, down to her knees, acting as though she's checking the fit around my upper thighs.
Her hand brushes against my clit and I'm instantly on fire. I take her hand and hold it there. Willing her to make me orgasm. Mmmm, she certainly does what I wish. With that hand she spreads my pussy lips wide. I place my legs over her shoulders and she envelopes my whole pussy in her mouth. Feeling her hot tongue against my clit and her finger toying with my asshole is more than I can take. I have a thundering orgasm that leaves her face glistening with my liquid silk. We both recover and I say "I'll take them." I give her a quick kiss and leave for home.
My face is still flush when I arrive home and the first thing Kelly says is "You got off, didn't you."
"Oh, I did indeed my man! With the sales girl!" I see his cock grow in his jeans and while giving the head a little pinch, I tell him "Later baby, I'll tell you all about it. We have to get ready now. Your friends will be here soon!" He grumbles, saying something about being hard all damn day, but gives in and helps me prepare for our guests.