No knickers drives my husband wild

[clearismo]

These days I’m finding that I go commando more than ever before; mostly because I like the feeling, but also because the men in my life love it too. Yesterday, I was out to lunch with my husband and a couple of friends. We went to a very nice country pub a few miles outside Leeds. My husband watched as I put my hold-ups on and then a long skirt made on a very nice, very fine stretch fabric. It’s one of my favourites and since I’ve been leaving my knickers off so much lately my husband likes it too. Braless in a crisp, white shirt I asked him how many buttons I should leave undone. He said three; I looked in the mirror and decided to go for four. As I pulled my boots on, I told him that I was looking forward to getting a good time from him when we got home. You men are all so easy.

All through the meal I could tell my husband was getting himself worked up and as we walked back to the car, which was in the car park across the road from the pub, he could hardly keep his hands off me. The car park was quite full when we arrived and we ended up in the far corner. Even now it was still pretty full of cars but very quiet and dark. I walked him round to the front of the car kissed him as I rubbed and squeezed his dick through his trousers. I undid his belt and pulled the zip down and soon had his hard cock in my hand.

It was already wet with pre-cum. The bell-end was fantastically well defined and I started to pull him off as we kissed. Given that there was no one about, I crouched down in front of him and took him into my mouth. I played my teeth over the hood and pushed the skin back a little with my tongue and sucked hard. I repeatedly pulled my teeth back over the ridge of his bell-end and I could feel his cock getting harder and harder in my mouth. It took no time for him to jerk his first offering of spunk in to my mouth. I continued to suck him as hard as I could and he pumped two smaller loads in to my mouth. I continued to hold him in my mouth and suck for a while as I felt his dick start to lose its iron hardness.

Without saying a word, I stood and got in the driver’s seat of the car. He sorted himself out and got in beside me. Smiling I told him that I wanted him to be fully recovered and ready to fuck me hard when we got home. My fanny, which was still a little tender from the double fucking I’d taken on Friday was becoming wet as I enjoyed the thought of what was coming to me when we got home.