She starts petting her newly shaved kitty

Though Marissa thinks you'll probably approve of her look, she suddenly has a bit of a naughty thought and wonders how you'd react instead if you found out she wasn't wearing any panties underneath her dress. Lifting the hem of her dress, she bends over and begins peeling them down her thighs, the material rolling on itself as she does so, until it's past her knees and on the floor.

Marissa picks up her discarded panties then stands back up and lets her dress fall to cover her now bare ass and vagina. She's surprised to see a wet spot on the crotch of the fabric and realizes she'll have to wash them after only wearing them for fifteen minutes, tops. "I've got to get a hold of myself." she thinks to herself, wondering not for the first time today, what's happening to her. She attempts to distract herself by taking care of some of the usual household chores, first making the bed, then gathering some laundry to wash, but can't stop thinking about how sensitive her shaved vagina and bare ass suddenly are, the swishing of the fabric of her dress across her skin only contributing to her arousal. Reaching the laundry room, she sets the laundry basket down and lifts the hem of her skirt once more. At first, she merely begins to run her fingers across the smooth skin, marveling at how nice it feels, but soon finds her fingers drawn to her more intimate parts, spreading her labia and rubbing her hypersensitive clit.

Marissa soon becomes lost in the moment and she pulls the top of her dress down to free her breasts and feel the air on her exposed skin, nipples becoming hard nubs in the middle of her saucer-sized areola. Sitting up onto the counter that's typically used for folding clothes, she places one foot on the top of it and leans her back against the wall to give herself better access to her needy passage.

Her hand diddles her clit as she begins to fantasize about what you might do to her when you get home and find that she's done exactly what you told her to do. Would you take her right there in the laundry room as soon as you got home, she wonders. She imagines providing a token resistance to you as you grope her body, overcome with lust for her when you find out she's panty-less. "But David, what if the kids come in?" she'll say to you, with no conviction at all in her voice.

"Then they'll see what a little slut their mom is!" she pictures you responding, lifting the hem of her dress and slipping your fingers inside her. "Walking around the house with no underwear on! Just waiting for me to come home and finger your shaved, little pussy! Hoping I'll make you cum all over the floor again! Fuck, you really are a horny, little slut, aren't you?!" She slips two of her own fingers, her middle and ring, into her now dripping wet gash, but in her mind they're yours, and you begin hammering them in and out of her steamy hole, just like you did this morning. Marissa's eyes are squeezed shut and despite her attempts to contain them, moans begin to escape her lips. Her hand flies between her legs, fiercely slamming into herself, causing the wet sounds of her juices to join with her moans and fill the air with the sounds of her pleasuring herself. She continues to imagine what you might say to her, imagining you'll continue with your dirty talk. "You love this, don't you you little slut? Tell me you love it. Tell me you want me to make you cum!" Her entire body is tingling now, her fingers frantically working in and out of her folds and bringing herself to brink of release. In the next instance, she screams out "YES!" in response to your imagined question, then begins to convulse as her body explodes. Wave after wave crashes through her, a wildfire burning her loins, as she continues plunging her fingers into her depths. Eventually the feeling becomes so intense that Marissa isn't able to continue moving her hand, and can only bury her fingers inside while her vaginal muscles continue contracting around her.

After what feels like an eternity, the contractions finally slow, allowing her to slip her fingers from her opening. Marissa rests her head against the wall, still shuddering and trying to catch her breath, when suddenly she hears a door slam shut followed by her daughter calling out in a sing-songy voice "Mo-om, we're ho-ome!"

"Shit!" Marissa curses as she frantically hops down off the counter and tries to straighten herself out, pushing her breasts back into her dress and smoothing out the fabric to cover her thighs. She's relieved to see that she didn't ejaculate like earlier and there's only a small amount of her fluid on the counter that she's able to quickly wipe up with a folded towel that was nearby. Trying to make herself look busy, she tosses that towel and the basket of dirty laundry she had carried down into the washing machine and attempts to regain her composure.

Not a second later, her daughter finds her in the laundry room and begins telling her about how she met a friend at the park and had "So much fun." Marissa is able to buy an extra moment for herself by telling her daughter to go wash her hands and by promising to come make her and her brother a snack as soon as she finishes starting the laundry. Her daughter quickly agrees and is gone as soon as she appeared.

Sighing in relief, she wipes the sweat from her brow, starts the laundry, and takes a moment to make sure her heartrate returns to normal levels before joining her family back in the kitchen.