Pull Away.

It takes a great deal of self restraint, given how turned on you're feeling, but you finish your kiss, then pull back with a smile, lifting your hand from the hardness in his pants. 'It was very nice meeting you, Pierre' you say, then step out of the car. You walk into the house and close the door behind you, then lean back against it and let out a breath, trying to quell the butterflies in your stomach. Remembering your husband and the games you like to play together, you slide down your little black thong and tuck it in your purse, then walk deeper into the house to find your loving husband waiting up in bed. You give him a coy smile, and tell him you had a great time out with your girlfriends. You climb onto the bed, letting your dress slide up and revealing your missing thong. You can see his eye widen slightly as he notices, just before the two of you kiss. He quickly pulls you astride him, just a little urgently, then pulls your dress off over your head. He lifts you slightly and slides his boxers down, his hard cock springing up to be trapped between your bodies as your tongues intertwine. You break the kiss and sit up straight with perfect posture and he admires your sexy body as you smile down at him, waiting for his question. 'What happened to your underwear?' He finally groans out. You grind on him for a few seconds, just to make him wait, then lean down to whisper, 'I had to take it off because it got too... messy.'