With one parting glance the courier reluctantly turns and walks down the path back to his bike. Quickly she slams the door shut, leaning against it and breathing hard, trying to recover from the panic that overcome her.
Trying to clam herself she walks back to the lounge, sitting down and starts to look at the package in her hand. She peels the flap open and looks inside, seeing a tightly wrapped plastic bag inside, which she eases out. Attached to the outside is a note, which she opens and reads.
“Dear Annie, you are a dirty slut aren’t you, flashing yourself to that young boy, but don’t feel too bad, I’m sure he loved the view he just got, and I am sure he will go home tonight and play with himself imagining you. I know you love the thought of young men thinking of your body as they masturbate don’t you.
Anyway, your gift, another pair of lovely sexy knickers for you, another pair to replace the ones you threw away this morning. I know you have already got clean new sexy ones on, but I would love you to wear these this evening instead , maybe your husband will notice how sexy you are dressed, I am sure you want a nice hard cock tonight don’t you.
Oh and Annie, one last thing, sorry that the panties I am giving you aren’t totally clean, I must confess I used them to clean up my cock after I cum looking at your pictures, it’s very fresh, might still be warm if you are lucky. I am sure you won’t mind the feel of that on your soft skin, will you? Put them on slut and make sure you send me a new picture to prove it.”
Annie reads the note with disgust, before opening the plastic bag, the smell of fresh cum already coming from the opening. She gingerly reaches inside to pull out the contents, trying hard not to put her fingers in what she knows is smeared into the garment. She holds them up, looking at bright yellow satin panties, the crotch covered in white sticky liquid, no doubt it is what he has said in his not.
Another note pinned on the front of them, reading “Put them on now slut, and send me a photo. And don’t even think to take them off, I want a picture every hour on the hour until bedtime so I know you have them on still. Enjoy my cum Annie”
She sits there just looking at them, until suddenly she hears the sound of her husband’s car pulling into the driveway. In a whirl she rushes up the stairs into her bedroom just as she hears the front door opening.
“Hi darling, I’m home” he calls out to her, and she shouts a hello back, telling him she will be donw on a couple of minutes. Casting her robe aside and slipping out of her current panties, she drags on the cum soaked ones, pulling them upwards. She crings as she feels the cold goo spreading over her sex, the smell seeming to fill her nostrils. She feels as it oozes against her skin, and small droplets drip onto her thighs, slowly drying. She quickly finds a longish skirt to hide her shameful underwear and any cum that may leak from the soft material and hurries back downstairs.
Even as she is about to enter the lounge she realises she has not sent a picture, so diverts into the kitchen under the pretence of putting some dinner on, chatting to her husband through the door. She lifts the skirt and grabs her phone, taking a close up picture and sending it with a text to him, not even looking at the picture, too ashamed to want to know what she looks like.
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