To start telling this story, it's necessary to mention that I've been hanging out with my husband's friend for some time now, basically since I overheard him tell one of his adventures indiscreetly.
A few days ago, chatting with someone, a crazy idea popped into my head about the possibility of hinting at something in some way, even though I wasn't so sure I wanted to do it given the consequences it could bring.
My husband joins his friends sometimes for barbecues and beers... this time with the national team's matches those gatherings are becoming more frequent, especially if they fall on weekends.
On Saturday afternoon, I was left alone for a bit and had some time to come and take a walk around the page, which warmed me up because I found things that got my head spinning and kept me warm the rest of the day. Among those things, I remembered my husband's friend, Argentina's match, and the possibility that he might come over to watch the match at my place. Just thinking about it made me hot, but I wasn't sure if he would come and didn't feel like asking my husband...
Hours passed and my anxieties increased along with my heat and morbidness. While hours went by, my mind was working on how to get his attention and in between thinking I remembered something that got me really hot a few days ago and thought about how to make it happen.
My relationship with my husband's friend never crossed the line of friendship, neither with glances nor with touches, so it made it harder for me to take a step forward without being insecure, but I couldn't get him out of my head...
That day I went to take an early bath around 8 pm and while the warm water fell on my hair and slid all over my body, I was caressing myself softly, thinking about him, thinking about how he might come over to watch the match and that at some point he could enter the bathroom where I was caressing myself by He... imagined him standing in front of the toilet at arm's length from me, as if he were a hologram or as if I were invisible at that moment, out of sync, when we would be touching our parts in the same enclosure.. I was putting my fingers in my pussy and he was holding his cock with one hand... And it was then that I felt most determined, when I decided and felt the impulse...
Usually, every time I take a bath, I wash my underwear in the shower and then hang it to dry, it's a habit I've had for a long time. This time I decided not to wash the underwear I wore during the day, especially since I wore it all afternoon when I got hot thinking about him... When I left the bathroom, I carefully stored it with the rest of my clothes and waited a few hours until I received confirmation from my husband that his friends would come over to watch the game.
When the time came and they started arriving at home, my heart was beating faster and my pussy was getting wet, maintaining a heat that I suspected would emanate some aroma that could be perceived by anyone who passed near me. I kept this suspicion all night long.
The underwear I took off after bathing served to clean and dry a little of my humidity that was generated during so much waiting, and since it's so small, I decided to leave it inside my clothes, on top of the other one, to help avoid emitting too strong an aroma of cock need. It was then that I knew how to wait patiently, or perhaps impatiently, for the moment when each of the men began to go to the bathroom.
Luckily, my husband went first, starting the round trip to the bathroom during halftime, followed by another and a third... The fourth one got up and headed for the bathroom, and it was him who warmed me up. Very respectful, he asked to pass to the bathroom like everyone else, but I followed him behind and when he was opening the door to enter, I apologized and told him if he would let me go in first. He said, If clear. And it stayed waiting outside. Only took a few seconds to take off my thong that was on top of the other... used, wet and warm from contact with my skin and his, and left it leaning against the toilet tank which is at the height of the back when you sit.
I got out of the bathroom quickly and told him, Ready... your turn, touching his arm. He thanked me and I went into the bathroom.
I waited anxiously, trembling for what felt like an eternity until he came out. I thought it was impossible that he wouldn't see my thong on in that place, impossible that he wouldn't notice it was freshly put on and meant for him.
I stayed by the bathroom door waiting for no one to come after him. When he came out of the bathroom, he looked at me with his eyes and lowered them, passed quickly and I immediately went into the bathroom.
The thong wasn't in the same position...
I felt full! I picked it up and went to the bedroom, smelled it, thinking maybe he had touched it on the cock. I smelled it again, thinking maybe he had brought it close to his face, mouth, nose... and felt the next one with him.
I touched myself a little at that moment imagining my thong was in his power, just as I wanted to be with him.
A few minutes later, guided by my heat and need to be near a man, I went where everyone was watching the game, sat down next to my husband.
The friend, who is so loquacious, didn't speak for the rest of the game, only looked at the TV, silent... I looked at him, alert for any sign. But no signs came, he wasn't looking at me, not talking... not stopping like he would notice if he was erect.
The heat that didn't prosper in some glance from the friend as I expected, transferred to the TV screen. There where everyone was watching a game, I was watching well-built men's bodies, sweaty from physical activity. The Argentine players' pants stuck to their bodies and more than one of them caught my attention and heated me up. So much! It was the heat that every now and then would throw some comment about that beautiful show they gave when you saw them with their round butt. My husband looked at me with a face of, what's going on?! And I ate his mouth with a kiss.
The game ended and between chat and chat, almost everyone took another turn around the bathroom. The first to go was my friend. He got up quietly and walked in front of my husband and me. I saw him bulging as soon as he stopped, but the swimsuit he was wearing was big and long, reaching below his waistline, hiding what I so desired to see.
My little skirt wasn't in the bathroom, just in case that had been the reason why he got up first.
Nothing more happened with him. One by one they started leaving, I stayed looking at him as he said goodbye to the others. Not even a glance did he give me, ungrateful... I thought.
Once everyone left and after adjusting things a bit, the fooling around began with my husband... he took out his bill for staring at players' butts. I said, What do you want me to do? I'm bored... and I need cock
Such a declaration started a night of rough sex that didn't end until both of us were exhausted
A few days ago, chatting with someone, a crazy idea popped into my head about the possibility of hinting at something in some way, even though I wasn't so sure I wanted to do it given the consequences it could bring.
My husband joins his friends sometimes for barbecues and beers... this time with the national team's matches those gatherings are becoming more frequent, especially if they fall on weekends.
On Saturday afternoon, I was left alone for a bit and had some time to come and take a walk around the page, which warmed me up because I found things that got my head spinning and kept me warm the rest of the day. Among those things, I remembered my husband's friend, Argentina's match, and the possibility that he might come over to watch the match at my place. Just thinking about it made me hot, but I wasn't sure if he would come and didn't feel like asking my husband...
Hours passed and my anxieties increased along with my heat and morbidness. While hours went by, my mind was working on how to get his attention and in between thinking I remembered something that got me really hot a few days ago and thought about how to make it happen.
My relationship with my husband's friend never crossed the line of friendship, neither with glances nor with touches, so it made it harder for me to take a step forward without being insecure, but I couldn't get him out of my head...
That day I went to take an early bath around 8 pm and while the warm water fell on my hair and slid all over my body, I was caressing myself softly, thinking about him, thinking about how he might come over to watch the match and that at some point he could enter the bathroom where I was caressing myself by He... imagined him standing in front of the toilet at arm's length from me, as if he were a hologram or as if I were invisible at that moment, out of sync, when we would be touching our parts in the same enclosure.. I was putting my fingers in my pussy and he was holding his cock with one hand... And it was then that I felt most determined, when I decided and felt the impulse...
Usually, every time I take a bath, I wash my underwear in the shower and then hang it to dry, it's a habit I've had for a long time. This time I decided not to wash the underwear I wore during the day, especially since I wore it all afternoon when I got hot thinking about him... When I left the bathroom, I carefully stored it with the rest of my clothes and waited a few hours until I received confirmation from my husband that his friends would come over to watch the game.
When the time came and they started arriving at home, my heart was beating faster and my pussy was getting wet, maintaining a heat that I suspected would emanate some aroma that could be perceived by anyone who passed near me. I kept this suspicion all night long.
The underwear I took off after bathing served to clean and dry a little of my humidity that was generated during so much waiting, and since it's so small, I decided to leave it inside my clothes, on top of the other one, to help avoid emitting too strong an aroma of cock need. It was then that I knew how to wait patiently, or perhaps impatiently, for the moment when each of the men began to go to the bathroom.
Luckily, my husband went first, starting the round trip to the bathroom during halftime, followed by another and a third... The fourth one got up and headed for the bathroom, and it was him who warmed me up. Very respectful, he asked to pass to the bathroom like everyone else, but I followed him behind and when he was opening the door to enter, I apologized and told him if he would let me go in first. He said, If clear. And it stayed waiting outside. Only took a few seconds to take off my thong that was on top of the other... used, wet and warm from contact with my skin and his, and left it leaning against the toilet tank which is at the height of the back when you sit.
I got out of the bathroom quickly and told him, Ready... your turn, touching his arm. He thanked me and I went into the bathroom.
I waited anxiously, trembling for what felt like an eternity until he came out. I thought it was impossible that he wouldn't see my thong on in that place, impossible that he wouldn't notice it was freshly put on and meant for him.
I stayed by the bathroom door waiting for no one to come after him. When he came out of the bathroom, he looked at me with his eyes and lowered them, passed quickly and I immediately went into the bathroom.
The thong wasn't in the same position...
I felt full! I picked it up and went to the bedroom, smelled it, thinking maybe he had touched it on the cock. I smelled it again, thinking maybe he had brought it close to his face, mouth, nose... and felt the next one with him.
I touched myself a little at that moment imagining my thong was in his power, just as I wanted to be with him.
A few minutes later, guided by my heat and need to be near a man, I went where everyone was watching the game, sat down next to my husband.
The friend, who is so loquacious, didn't speak for the rest of the game, only looked at the TV, silent... I looked at him, alert for any sign. But no signs came, he wasn't looking at me, not talking... not stopping like he would notice if he was erect.
The heat that didn't prosper in some glance from the friend as I expected, transferred to the TV screen. There where everyone was watching a game, I was watching well-built men's bodies, sweaty from physical activity. The Argentine players' pants stuck to their bodies and more than one of them caught my attention and heated me up. So much! It was the heat that every now and then would throw some comment about that beautiful show they gave when you saw them with their round butt. My husband looked at me with a face of, what's going on?! And I ate his mouth with a kiss.
The game ended and between chat and chat, almost everyone took another turn around the bathroom. The first to go was my friend. He got up quietly and walked in front of my husband and me. I saw him bulging as soon as he stopped, but the swimsuit he was wearing was big and long, reaching below his waistline, hiding what I so desired to see.
My little skirt wasn't in the bathroom, just in case that had been the reason why he got up first.
Nothing more happened with him. One by one they started leaving, I stayed looking at him as he said goodbye to the others. Not even a glance did he give me, ungrateful... I thought.
Once everyone left and after adjusting things a bit, the fooling around began with my husband... he took out his bill for staring at players' butts. I said, What do you want me to do? I'm bored... and I need cock
Such a declaration started a night of rough sex that didn't end until both of us were exhausted
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