She slowly shuts down the computer, checking she has logged everything out so there is no evidence of the emails or pictures she has sent and received tonight.
As she gets up, again she realises she is strangely aroused, but she tells herself it is just because she hasn’t had any sex for a week, and she had been hoping tonight her husband might have been in the mood. His early night without any suggestion she join him soon had soon dispelled that thought.
She makes her way upstairs, as she gets closer to her bedroom she can hear her husband gently snoring, and she sighs as she realises she really is going to have to wait at least another night for his two minutes of fumbling.
She passed the bedroom, heading for the bathroom. There she eased her knickers and tights down, looking at them, realising what he had written, how they were dull and she should wear better, and she realised how true those words were, her knickers were so boring, how did she end up wearing such as these?
She quickly sat to pee, then wiped herself. And as she did, her hand lingered between her thighs, and she couldn’t resist as she begun to run her fingers over her lips, feeling her own arousal, and she knew she had to do something tonight, she just had to decide what.
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