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Full disclosure: I didn’t intend to cum.
Just as I was leaving the office, I saw your picture. Your hand on your pussy lips, pulling on them and asking me if I liked. You could imagine my predicament. A hard-on at work with my tight pants on isn’t the most comfortable, on top of not having cum in who knows how long. Mentally, I was exhausted from work and didn’t want to stay there any longer, so I decided to bounce early. My initial thoughts were maybe if I can get home before Wifey, I could stoke the fire even more. I wanted to admire your pictures, get dirty and put on Wifey’s dirty panties, and take some pictures for you. I had the feeling that she was feeling a little horny, and perhaps we would finally have some fun later that night. Despite being exhausted, I was frisky as fuck — thanks to you.
As I pulled into the driveway, Wifey called me and said that she’d be home shortly. Since I hadn’t been able to have my fun yet, the panic and frustration set it immediately. I ran upstairs thinking, it’d be close, but I felt compelled to follow through. I dug through our laundry and there they were: a pair from two days ago — black and white striped — and they were soft. They were still saturated in her aroma; my cock started to harden. I opened my work laptop, logged in and brought your pictures up on the screen. Feeling like I was…