A thong.

I appease her by putting the paper down in my lap. I look up to her. I'm not sure why my jaw doesn't hit the floor. Lisa, my mostly shy and reserved housewife, is standing there just in a lime green G-string that we bought a long time ago.

"It still fits," she cheerfully says as she skips over to me, pecking me on the cheek.

"So, Lise, that's your new work clothing, eh?" I reply with, looking her up and down with a smile on my face. "I approve."

"Well, of course, you would you horn dog." She says, rolling her eyes in the process. She looks down at my cock, which has emerged from the robe I was wearing. "Looks like he approves too." She sits on my lap and gives me a passionate kiss, "And I'm glad you both approve."

It feels like my cock was going to burst; it is so hard. Lisa isn't helping matters by grinding her pussy along my shaft. Just as I was about to throw her on the couch and fuck her right there, the doorbell rings.