Scent of Submission (L)

It was a hot summer’s day shortly after Mr. Ridley and I got married. Back then, I used to buy new lingerie almost every week and then coordinate my outfit to allow easy access. After a shower, I would spray on his favorite summer scent. He used to tell me how much just my smell would send him over the edge. He would message me on our nights apart, telling me how hard he was because of the smell of me on his sheets.

That morning, like most, I kissed him goodbye before we each left for work—but this time, I wore his perfume to work. I had never done that before, having saved it to wear only wear for him. But today, I decided to wear it to complement my corporate business outfit with a tight bodice that made my tits almost bulge out of the top of my dress.

As I soaped my body in the shower that evening, I reminisced about the moment when I said goodbye and left for the office. I kissed him ever so tenderly in the garage, pressing him against his workshop bench and wishing I was on top of him on it. We found it hard to resist each other at the best of times, but he kissed me back hard, then complimented me on how hot I looked that morning whilst slipping his hand up the front of my dress.

My wet desire greeted his searching fingertips. I could feel the erection under his thick work pants pressing against me as he held me close. He said he wanted to fuck me there and then, but I had a 9 o’clock meeting and had to go. Our fucking sessions sometimes stretched hours, as we loved to tease each other and make every moment and feeling last, but I had no time for it this morning. I left with a wet pussy and a strong desire to turn around and have my way with him on that bench.

Before I got too far, he sent a text, telling me again how hot I looked and that he was licking me off his fingers. That thought and the morning’s goodbye remained with me the whole day and made me so fucking horny. A few times during the day, as I walked, I could feel my wetness leak and my clit enlarge at the memory of our encounter. I could not wait to finish work and be with him again. I sent a text telling him how the morning affected me all day, leaving me with a swollen clit and saturated panties.

He replied immediately. “Which panties, baby?!! I need to see them!!”

I waited for a moment with no one around before grabbing my phone and lifting my dress under the desk. Then, I spread my legs to expose my sexy undies and sent him a pic, teasing him by slipping my fingers into the top.

He texted me back, “Hurry home to me.”

I had a parcel to collect on my way home, and I had to get it before seeing him again. I sent a text telling him I had to go to the post office but would be home shortly afterward.

He replied, “Make sure you wear it for me!!!”

My husband knew my penchant for ordering new and very revealing lingerie. I loved impressing him with them, modeling my purchases around the house. I would go out of my way to look enticing, and many times, I would strip down when he was mowing and lay out by the pool. Sometimes, he would be so built up that his cock would not even make it inside of me before he would cum. Thankfully, our long, passionate sessions gave him plenty of time to recover. Would this be one of those times?

As I continued bathing, I guessed at what had arrived in my parcel and wondered what I would wear with it. I jumped out of the shower, fresh and already looking forward to getting dirty again. Then I tore open the tiny parcel. Inside I found a silk drawstring bag, and inside it was a skimpy thong in the hottest of pinks. I immediately put it on and caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. Then, I slipped into a short denim skirt and an almost-see-through white tank top that made it clear I hadn’t bought the matching bra! The soft, sheer fabric felt amazing on my skin. This tank had wide-cut armholes that exposed the sides of my perky tits that sat high at the top of my chest. My husband always loves the view of sideboob. With a quick spritz of his scent, I was ready!!

Thoughts of that hard cock I felt in his pants that morning, begging to be let out, preoccupied me. I imagined it driving deep into my wetness. My mind then wandered to what he would think of me in my so-called outfit and to our desire to finish what I started that morning. I’d greet him with my tits pouncing out of my low cut top; my nipples were diamond-like, demonstrating how hot and extremely horny for him I felt, as always. As I descended to the main floor, they grew more and more erect, and I was getting wetter. Without a doubt, he would see my nipples through the thin material of my top, and that was my intention—to drive him wild visually.

My sweet spot was leaking, but all I could do was hope he noticed. I wanted our passion to take over, with him undressing me as we stumbled up the stairs. Butterflies hit my stomach, my heart lodged in my throat, and my clit tingled in anticipation of the moment he first laid eyes on me. I looked down to see my nipples, like peaks of mountains, sticking out through the fabric.

Mr. Ridley greeted me at the stairs with his come-to-bed eyes and suave persona. He said, “WOW, babe! Come with me.” I thought that strange, but it excited me even more. He took me by my hand and led me down the hall toward the living room—hopefully, to throw me down and ravage me.

Instead, I found to my surprise that a friend of his had arrived, and there to greet him were the points of my gigantic, erect nipples. He greeted me with a hug and kiss, then I excused myself immediately and scurried to the downstairs bathroom, fumbling around in hope I had left a bra there. I could overhear their conversation; his friend said, “My god, mate, you have won the lottery.”

“She is a package, right?!! You have no idea!! The sex, the connection, our chemistry, and the adventurous side of her amaze me!” Then he repeated, “And the sex!!!!”

“She is a blonde, blue-eyed bombshell, that’s for sure.”

Despite the friend’s presence putting me off course, listening to them talk about me made me want him more. Oh, where was a bra?! Or a packet of bandaids or something, anything that could tame these babies down. I couldn’t hide in here being rude and listening to them; it got me hornier and wetter by the second. Hearing Mr. Ridley’s comments to his friend endeared him to me, but it wasn’t helping. I had to bite the bullet and just head back out. My god, how embarrassing.

I emerged from the bathroom, and Mr. Ridley said, “Here’s my girl!” He grabbed me around my waist and pulled me close in front of his friend, hardening instantly as he embraced me tightly. I wanted what was under his shorts so badly.

The situation was awkward but hot, too. At least he covered up my nipples from his friend’s view—briefly. I just hoped the man could not see my pinkareolas and massive peaks through my shirt. I broke his embrace and turned around as Mr. Ridley asked his visitor if he would like to stay for a drink with us? And, of course, he accepted. All I wanted to do was get out of the situation and get down on my man because drinking would make me even hornier than usual, and I didn’t need any more wardrobe malfunctions.

Mr. Ridley told his friend, “We will organise the drinks.” He took me by my hand and led me to the kitchen. He said, “Candy, look at those nipples! They are going to be saturated in my love for you later.”

I told him that I would go upstairs and change because I didn’t expect him to have company. He replied, “You can’t leave now!!!” whilst nibbling on my nipples through my sheer shirt, making them stand further on end. He grabbed me and lifted me onto the stainless steel kitchen bench, and I sat there while he prepared our drinks. I wanted him right there, and my juices were ready to welcome him then, but we had a guest.

I got down, and Mr. Ridley noticed some wetness on the bench. “Did I spill that?” he asked, then put his finger in it and said, “It’s you! It even smells like vanilla,” he said and popped his finger into his mouth to make sure. “And it tastes like you, too.” He ran his hands up the back of my hip, exposing my ass cheeks as my skirt rode up. This sent a gush between my legs that I could feel dripping down my thighs and below the shaggy hem on my skirt. I could not wait to finish work and be with him again. I sent a text telling him how the morning affected me all day, leaving me with a swollen clit and saturated panties.

He replied immediately. “Which panties, baby?!! I need to see them!!”

I waited for a moment with no one around before grabbing my phone and lifting my dress under the desk. Then, I spread my legs to expose my sexy undies and sent him a pic, teasing him by slipping my fingers into the top.

He texted me back, “Hurry home to me.”

I had a parcel to collect on my way home, and I had to get it before seeing him again. I sent a text telling him I had to go to the post office but would be home shortly afterward.

He replied, “Make sure you wear it for me!!!”

My husband knew my penchant for ordering new and very revealing lingerie. I loved impressing him with them, modeling my purchases around the house. I would go out of my way to look enticing, and many times, I would strip down when he was mowing and lay out by the pool. Sometimes, he would be so built up that his cock would not even make it inside of me before he would cum. Thankfully, our long, passionate sessions gave him plenty of time to recover. Would this be one of those times?

As I continued bathing, I guessed at what had arrived in my parcel and wondered what I would wear with it. I jumped out of the shower, fresh and already looking forward to getting dirty again. Then I tore open the tiny parcel. Inside I found a silk drawstring bag, and inside it was a skimpy thong in the hottest of pinks. I immediately put it on and caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. Then, I slipped into a short denim skirt and an almost-see-through white tank top that made it clear I hadn’t bought the matching bra! The soft, sheer fabric felt amazing on my skin. This tank had wide-cut armholes that exposed the sides of my perky tits that sat high at the top of my chest. My husband always loves the view of sideboob. With a quick spritz of his scent, I was ready!!

Thoughts of that hard cock I felt in his pants that morning, begging to be let out, preoccupied me. I imagined it driving deep into my wetness. My mind then wandered to what he would think of me in my so-called outfit and to our desire to finish what I started that morning. I’d greet him with my tits pouncing out of my low cut top; my nipples were diamond-like, demonstrating how hot and extremely horny for him I felt, as always. As I descended to the main floor, they grew more and more erect, and I was getting wetter. Without a doubt, he would see my nipples through the thin material of my top, and that was my intention—to drive him wild visually.

My sweet spot was leaking, but all I could do was hope he noticed. I wanted our passion to take over, with him undressing me as we stumbled up the stairs. Butterflies hit my stomach, my heart lodged in my throat, and my clit tingled in anticipation of the moment he first laid eyes on me. I looked down to see my nipples, like peaks of mountains, sticking out through the fabric.

Mr. Ridley greeted me at the stairs with his come-to-bed eyes and suave persona. He said, “WOW, babe! Come with me.” I thought that strange, but it excited me even more. He took me by my hand and led me down the hall toward the living room—hopefully, to throw me down and ravage me.

Instead, I found to my surprise that a friend of his had arrived, and there to greet him were the points of my gigantic, erect nipples. He greeted me with a hug and kiss, then I excused myself immediately and scurried to the downstairs bathroom, fumbling around in hope I had left a bra there. I could overhear their conversation; his friend said, “My god, mate, you have won the lottery.”

“She is a package, right?!! You have no idea!! The sex, the connection, our chemistry, and the adventurous side of her amaze me!” Then he repeated, “And the sex!!!!”

“She is a blonde, blue-eyed bombshell, that’s for sure.”

Despite the friend’s presence putting me off course, listening to them talk about me made me want him more. Oh, where was a bra?! Or a packet of bandaids or something, anything that could tame these babies down. I couldn’t hide in here being rude and listening to them; it got me hornier and wetter by the second. Hearing Mr. Ridley’s comments to his friend endeared him to me, but it wasn’t helping. I had to bite the bullet and just head back out. My god, how embarrassing.

I emerged from the bathroom, and Mr. Ridley said, “Here’s my girl!” He grabbed me around my waist and pulled me close in front of his friend, hardening instantly as he embraced me tightly. I wanted what was under his shorts so badly.

The situation was awkward but hot, too. At least he covered up my nipples from his friend’s view—briefly. I just hoped the man could not see my pinkareolas and massive peaks through my shirt. I broke his embrace and turned around as Mr. Ridley asked his visitor if he would like to stay for a drink with us? And, of course, he accepted. All I wanted to do was get out of the situation and get down on my man because drinking would make me even hornier than usual, and I didn’t need any more wardrobe malfunctions.

Mr. Ridley told his friend, “We will organise the drinks.” He took me by my hand and led me to the kitchen. He said, “Candy, look at those nipples! They are going to be saturated in my love for you later.”

I told him that I would go upstairs and change because I didn’t expect him to have company. He replied, “You can’t leave now!!!” whilst nibbling on my nipples through my sheer shirt, making them stand further on end. He grabbed me and lifted me onto the stainless steel kitchen bench, and I sat there while he prepared our drinks. I wanted him right there, and my juices were ready to welcome him then, but we had a guest.

I got down, and Mr. Ridley noticed some wetness on the bench. “Did I spill that?” he asked, then put his finger in it and said, “It’s you! It even smells like vanilla,” he said and popped his finger into his mouth to make sure. “And it tastes like you, too.” He ran his hands up the back of my hip, exposing my ass cheeks as my skirt rode up. This sent a gush between my legs that I could feel dripping down my thighs and below the shaggy hem on my skirt. I could not wait to finish work and be with him again. I sent a text telling him how the morning affected me all day, leaving me with a swollen clit and saturated panties.

He replied immediately. “Which panties, baby?!! I need to see them!!”

I waited for a moment with no one around before grabbing my phone and lifting my dress under the desk. Then, I spread my legs to expose my sexy undies and sent him a pic, teasing him by slipping my fingers into the top.

He texted me back, “Hurry home to me.”

I had a parcel to collect on my way home, and I had to get it before seeing him again. I sent a text telling him I had to go to the post office but would be home shortly afterward.

He replied, “Make sure you wear it for me!!!”

My husband knew my penchant for ordering new and very revealing lingerie. I loved impressing him with them, modeling my purchases around the house. I would go out of my way to look enticing, and many times, I would strip down when he was mowing and lay out by the pool. Sometimes, he would be so built up that his cock would not even make it inside of me before he would cum. Thankfully, our long, passionate sessions gave him plenty of time to recover. Would this be one of those times?

As I continued bathing, I guessed at what had arrived in my parcel and wondered what I would wear with it. I jumped out of the shower, fresh and already looking forward to getting dirty again. Then I tore open the tiny parcel. Inside I found a silk drawstring bag, and inside it was a skimpy thong in the hottest of pinks. I immediately put it on and caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. Then, I slipped into a short denim skirt and an almost-see-through white tank top that made it clear I hadn’t bought the matching bra! The soft, sheer fabric felt amazing on my skin. This tank had wide-cut armholes that exposed the sides of my perky tits that sat high at the top of my chest. My husband always loves the view of sideboob. With a quick spritz of his scent, I was ready!!

Thoughts of that hard cock I felt in his pants that morning, begging to be let out, preoccupied me. I imagined it driving deep into my wetness. My mind then wandered to what he would think of me in my so-called outfit and to our desire to finish what I started that morning. I’d greet him with my tits pouncing out of my low cut top; my nipples were diamond-like, demonstrating how hot and extremely horny for him I felt, as always. As I descended to the main floor, they grew more and more erect, and I was getting wetter. Without a doubt, he would see my nipples through the thin material of my top, and that was my intention—to drive him wild visually.

My sweet spot was leaking, but all I could do was hope he noticed. I wanted our passion to take over, with him undressing me as we stumbled up the stairs. Butterflies hit my stomach, my heart lodged in my throat, and my clit tingled in anticipation of the moment he first laid

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