‘The trip went better than expected honey’ Kathryn beamed up at her husband, surveying his hurriedly dressed attire. Even if she hadn’t had sneaked up on him and witnessed her partner dressing in her underwear, she would have noticed something off with his clothing. James’s jumper look lazily flung over his torso, his belt buckle appeared to be hanging loose and where were his socks? James always wore socks in his house, yet here he was, barefoot at the head of the stares casually looking down.
‘I need to get changed, grab myself some wine and kick my feet up’ Kathryn heads towards the kitchen.
‘How was your day sweetie?’ James hurries down the steps, jumping two steps at a time following his wife into the kitchen. He pauses for a moment as he admires his wife’s curves from behind, watching her breathtaking ass wrapped tightly inside her black dress whispering for him, teasing him of the pleasure that lie between her legs. James loses track of his thoughts and his curious mind fixates on his blonde wife’s ass, he has known her all too well and everything his wife wears matches. The mere thought of his wife’s black knickers hidden under her tight skirts reawakens his arousal, his blood starts to rush towards his quickly stiffening cock, stirring in the tight confines of his pink underwear. The delicate fabric of the flimsy pink material teases the tip of his head, tugging him closer to his wife’s body.
‘Could you grab this for me’ Kathryn reaches for a wine bottle located on the top shelf but struggles to grab hold of it ‘I’m dying for the vintage red we have been saving for a good occasion’
‘Of course’ James tiptoes and stretches his arm forward over the top of the shelf to pull forward the wine bottle, the bottom of his jumper jerks up several inches exposing the waistband of his wife’s pink panties to Kathryn.
‘Thanks hun’ Kathryn smiles as James pour two glasses unaware of his unintentional flash.
‘So how was your day’ Kathryn guides James towards the kitchen table, she pulls out a chair and sits opposite James.
‘Oh I don’t want to bore you with details of my uneventful day’ James sheepishly walks behind his wife, grips her shoulders and starts to slowly massage her upper body muscles.
‘Oh god, I need that’ Kathryn moans as she suddenly becomes eye level with the pink fabric sticking out from the top of her husband’s jeans.
Kathryn smirks devilishly as she downs her glass of wine, jolts her chair back and surprises James as she shoves him against the wall, pinning him helplessly in a surprise attack. She lunges her lips forward and the couple embrace in a passionate kiss as their tongues enter each other’s mouth.
James wastes no time as his hands gropes his wife’s honry body, exploring her large breasts hungry for his passion, gently squeezing each breast as he worked his way down her body. His adventurous hands maneuver their way behind his wife and start to aggressively grope her ass, indicating he is hungry to lunge deep into her body. Kathryn tugs at James’s zipper threatening to break into his jeans and uncover James’s dark and kinky secret.
‘Oh god’ James moans, erect, horny and ready for the blowjob his wife is signalling to him, the sudden realisation that he is still dressed in her underwear sinks into him. Thinking quickly, James maneuvers Kathryn around and leans her up against the wall. He sinks his tongue down her gaping cleavage and explores the depth between her two large breasts soaking in her groans of pleasure. The insatiable husband tears open her top and yanks his wife’s skirt up exposing her exposed pussy dripping wet for him. Jame drops to his knees, pleasantly surprised to see his wife is not wearing any underwear and inhales the sweet scent of his wife’s natural aroma, he parts his wife’s thighs, opening up the space between and takes in her arousal.
‘Not wearing any underwear today’ James gently kisses his wife’s inner thigh as he jerks his ass out slightly, once again exposing the waistband of his pink panties.
‘You know me, I can’t go without my matching outfits’ Kathryn smirked
‘Hhhmmmmm’ James slipped his tongue between his wife’s folds, thirstily lapping up her juices.
‘I was wearing them earlier but took them off a few minutes ago’
The room around James suddenly becomes smaller, he freezes as the thought suddenly dawns on him that the freshly scented black panties he noticed in the bedroom earlier were hers.
Kathryn bends over and grabs the top of the rear of the pink waistband spilling out from James’s jeans, she slips her finger under the material, lifting her finger several inches before letting the delicates snap back onto James’s skin.
The sharp twang shatters James’s illusions of maintaining his secrecy around his newfound fetish as his wife’s eyes glare down his body snuggled between her legs, partly ashamed, partly concerned but with a twinge of excitement.
