“Just going to, well, you know” she mutters as she stands, pointing upstairs to the toilet, almost laughing that she can’t tell her husband she needs the toilet, but she can flash her underwear to a complete stanger.
“Sure” he mumbles still eyes focused on the TV.
She rushes up the stairs, pulling her phone out, checking the message. “You are late you useless slut, my finger is hovering over the send button, and my patience is wearing thin.” Panicking she rushes into the bathroom, locking the door behind her.
Her skirt undoes easily and falls to the floor, and she sees herself in the mirror, in the tight knickers, coated in dried cum, leaving a large stain on the crotch. There is more of it on her thighs where it dripped off as she put them on and she cringes as she sees herself like this.
She takes the picture in the mirror, angled down to show just her lower body, and again without looking at it, sends it on its way with no message attached. As soon as she sees it has been sent, she reaches down, pulling her skirt back up. She flushes the toilet to keep up the pretence and is about to unlock the door as her phone vibrates again.
“So so Annie, at least I can see the panties, but not much detail. The next picture better be a lot closer up to them. But ok, I won’t send this email just yet.”
Relief rushes through her as she pockets her phone and makes her way back to her husband. As she re-enters the lounge he is back in his chair, drink in hand and eyes fixed firmly on the TV once more.
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