Lacy Panties & Dirty Soaker

The insistent thrum of desire had taken root in my mind, a persistent weed choking out any semblance of normalcy. It wasn't a sudden, violent eruption, but a slow, insidious creep, coloring every thought, every action, with a simmering heat. Cleaning the tub – this tub is filthy. Remember the time that we had sex in that big soaker tub! Eating yogurt and licking a spoon – Ah, new flavor! Not bad. Wish I were licking something else! Driving and the song on the radio – that’s a romantic song to make love to. Folding laundry – His underwear, my underwear. These lacy panties make me feel sexy. You get the picture! Since I couldn’t shake this feeling, I decided to act on it, to seduce my husband with a carefully crafted plan designed to maximize pleasure and minimize risk.

That morning, I slipped into my favorite lacy undergarments, a pair of denim cut-off jean shorts, and a tank top with a plaid shirt that only buttoned at the top, letting a tantalizing glimpse of cleavage peek through. My dark, curly hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and I applied a touch of makeup, creating my usual “country girl” look. As my husband left for work, I caught his eye, and a smile played on my lips as he gave his customary nod of approval. It was time to turn up the heat, to play with the anticipation, and push the boundaries of our intimacy. Just before he was due back, I made my way upstairs, intending to swap my everyday lacy things for something a little more… recreational.

I pulled out the same lingerie I wore during “Juicy’s Joint,” a black g-string paired with a black and grey lacy corset. Then, I slipped back into my cut-offs and plaid shirt, letting the strategically placed buttons tease and tantalize. The exposure was deliberate, a silent invitation for him to indulge his desires. When my husband finally arrived home, the kids were already engrossed in their games in the backyard, and I was outside on our deck, grilling supper. As I stepped through the side door, I made a beeline for the kitchen, where I greeted him with a deliberate, slow walk, unbuttoning my shirt to fully reveal my ample cleavage. He paused, a thoughtful “Hmmmm” escaping his lips, before bending down to kiss my breasts and take a closer look. Upon seeing my exposed form, he simply uttered, “AH! Juicy’s Joint!”

With that declaration, he took control, pulling me closer and letting his hands wander over my breasts and down to my ass. He pulled away, acknowledging the unspoken intentions, and as he turned back to put away his work things, I unbuttoned my cut-offs, slowly pulling them down to reveal the g-string beneath. “I love that!” he exclaimed, his voice laced with pleasure. The air crackled with anticipation, and the scent of grilling meat mingled with the intoxicating aroma of arousal.

We continued preparing supper, moving between the kitchen and the backyard, stealing kisses and playful touches as we worked. The proximity only amplified the heat, making it difficult to resist the urge to escalate things. Finally, we retreated inside to plate up the food, where he leaned in for another passionate kiss, reaching into my shirt to remove one of my breasts and begin sucking on it. He took his time, savoring each moment, while simultaneously licking my nipple. I moaned in anticipation, lost in the growing intensity of the scene. Pulling up my shirt again, I allowed him access to my tits, and he spent several minutes teasing and tormenting my nipples before moving on to more intimate acts.

The feeling was overwhelming, a wave of pleasure washing over me as I realized we were edging closer to a shared experience that felt both forbidden and deeply desired. Were we going to have sex now? Or were we simply getting amped up for later? The look in his eyes told me there was no delay, no hesitation. We had never allowed ourselves this kind of blatant, spontaneous intimacy with the children so close by. The risk was exhilarating.

I moved towards the kitchen table, settling back with my legs slightly elevated, and he came to fulfill his desires, devouring my breasts with unrestrained passion. The pleasure built, pushing me closer to the brink, and I found myself completely consumed by the moment. He played with my tits for a few minutes, then, as if sensing my readiness, he gently slid his fingers inside me, pulling me closer as he began to finger me while simultaneously licking my clit and pinching my nipple. It was an exquisite torture, a slow burn that left me desperate for release. The tension was almost unbearable, and I braced myself for the inevitable eruption of pleasure.

Just as I reached the precipice of orgasm, my Mini Male Juicy began approaching the kitchen, his footsteps echoing on the deck. The warning signs were clear, and the anticipation intensified as I realized I was moments away from losing control. I couldn’t turn back now, not with the imminent threat of discovery looming over us. In a desperate attempt to maintain some semblance of control, I grabbed my husband’s head and pulled him away from my completely soaked pussy, exclaiming, “Just a minute! We’re just dishing up supper!” It was a flimsy excuse, but it bought us precious time.

He responded quickly, as if sensing the urgency of the situation, and pulled me closer, his hands finding their way to my pussy. He thrust himself into me, and as we both leaned forward, he grabbed my hips and began to pound me with relentless force, all while continuing to suck on my tits. The kids' shouts continued from the backyard, adding another layer of excitement and danger to the scene. We were both moaning with pleasure, lost in the intensity of the moment, feeling the heat building within us as we struggled to contain our arousal.

With a final surge of energy, my husband climaxed, delivering a load of his spunk directly into my waiting depths. We quickly wiped ourselves, a shared sense of accomplishment hanging in the air. As we cleaned up, my husband waddled upstairs to change and clean up, leaving me to deal with the minor infraction caused by "Things One and Two" to "Thing Three!" Upon returning, he helped me finish cleaning the kitchen, and we exchanged a knowing glance, a silent acknowledgment of the shared experience we had just endured. "Are you okay? You only had one?" he asked, his voice laced with concern. "That was awesome! So hot! I’m good!" I replied, savoring the lingering pleasure and dismissing his worry. We continued to enjoy our supper with our kids, blissfully unaware of the passionate encounter that had taken place just minutes before. The tension had dissipated, replaced by the comfortable normalcy of family life. It seemed we didn’t need to wait until later after all.

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