3 trying to make my readers wet

want you to rub your ***** juices on my nose. I want to be intoxicated with your scent… When I am standing up like this and so wet my **** comes out so nicely… Her wetness began to run down my chin and I buried my mouth into her soaked pussy… “You’re sexy, girl! Ride this ****! You’re mine, and this ***** is mine!” I yelled out… Her wetness covered most of my hand as her pace quickened, fucking my fingers until…

Rub your *****,” he said. I started caressing my woman spot, while he continued to caressing my tits. “I want to taste your fingers” he said. I took my fingers and put them in his mouth. “I want you to rub your ***** juices on my nose. I want to be intoxicated with your scent all day.” 

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Panties -My husband and I were getting ready for a cocktail party. This was one of those networking events where my husband drags me along as we talk to existing and potential clients. The most interesting thing to me is all the people watching.

My husband gave me a budget for a new dress for this party and I bought a classic black party dress. I was excited about being my husband’s “trophy wife.” This was a joke between us. He would often joke that he married me because I was trophy wife material. I must say that he never treated me like that. He is a great husband, provider, lover, father and friend.

As I adjusted my dress,  I looked at myself in the mirror over the sink. The black silk dress covered the features of my frame in a way that enhanced my assets. Some dresses do that better than others. This dress sculpted my curves from my breasts to my butt ending just above the knee. My stomach baby waist was nicely ignored some how.

I was putting on my gold choker around my neck when my husband walked in and parked there behind me and looked me over. He pressed against me semi-erect. He liked the dress. I felt his ***** getting harder as he pressed against my butt. I was getting wet. He took his hands and sculpted the dress from my shoulders down to my hips. He whispered, “I’d marry you again in a heartbeat.”

I melted, “I’d marry you too!”

As he was shaping my butt with his hands he noticed no panties.  “No panties yet?”

“I can’t decide what panties to wear tonight” I said giving the impression that I needed his help deciding.

His hands pulled my dress up and started to kiss my butt and thighs. My husband knows how excited I get when he gives my butt and thighs attention. I can almost climax with enough of this attention. I changed my stance and opened up a little hoping he would give my wet spot some attention. One of his hands found its way to the top of my slit. I closed my eyes biting my lower lip.  He was still kissing my thighs.

Using just the tips of his fingers, he caressed my **** and the lips of my womanliness. Finally his fingers danced around my **** and lips. When I am standing up like this and so wet my **** comes out so nicely to the dance. In slow dance circles, he rotated his thumb over my ****.  I arched back and moaned.  With one hand holding my dress up, and the other hand dancing with my womanliness, and his lips kissing my thighs, I was needless to say having an exceptionally hot first experience in this new dress. This slow dance was becoming faster now at a rock and roll beat. Just as I felt an ****** start, he stopped. I moaned, begging him to finish the dance.

He left the dance floor, stood up, and whispered in my ear, “I’ll help you pick your panties, if you would like.”

I was still not thinking straight. But I was sort of mad andsort of excited about being teased and hungry for my husband all night as I wore this dress. I knew the game he was going to play tonight and I was going to be a willing player. Maybe this was not going to be as boring of a cocktail party as I thought.

I went to the panties drawer and showed him some options. He picked black lace panties for me to wear. These panties are one of his favorites and I really like how they feel when they are on me. As he walked away I admit I felt a little abandoned. I was still very hot as I was getting ready to put my panties on. I had the urge to masturbate. I decided to just stay hungry and play our game. I pulled the lace panties on snug against my mound and knew instantly they were destined to be wet for the rest of the night.

As I finished my make up, I realized my body had never stopped humming.  I thought about my husband standing behind me. I thought about that dance of his kissing and hands.  I felt myself shiver all over again. I wanted to stay home and **** **** all night. The kids were at grandmas after all.

Sighing at the truth of my situation, I gripped my little black purse and headed out of our room.  He was waiting near the door, holding my coat in his hands. He helped me into it. His hands brushed against my ******. He sculpted my butt outside of the coat. I am amazed how quickly I could feel arousal. These panties were going to be very wet by the end of the evening.

Blindly I followed him to the car and let him help me in. He had warmed up the car.

“I don’t want you to be bored tonight, I want you to stay hot and hungry. I will be really hungry for you”  I was still so drowsy in my sensual connection to him.

“Open your legs up and loosen you coat. Spread your legs some,” he said.

I did. He took his hands and caressed my inner thighs just glancing my woman area. I knew he could feel how wet I was. We arrived.

Holding a glass of wine in one hand and holding onto my husband’s arm with the other, I was led from person to person and group to group making small talk.  I didn’t hear much of the conversations.  My panties were having a conversation with me about how I felt about my husband. As he was networking he so turned me on. Here is a guy who provides for me and our children. He was doing all this talking so that we can have a life!

I so wanted to be bedded my this man, my husband.

He whispered in my ear that he wanted me to go to the ladies room and take my panties off. I did not say anything but smiled. Near sexual hysteria, I sipped more wine. My body was on fire.

I whispered, “What do you want me to do with my panties?” I asked.

“I want to put them in my suit coat pocket. I want your scent to intoxicate me.”

How could I refuse that request!

“Oh, and while you are in that stall, bring yourself close but not over the edge.”  I did. But it was hard not to go over the edge.

As I walked back to my husband with my panties in my black purse, I felt as if my juices were leaking down my legs. I pulled him to a semi-private area, and secretly slipped my wet panties in his suit coat packet. I was tingling down there. I kissed him with a deep wet kiss. His almost instant bulge showed his hunger growing.

He took my hand and guided me down a hallway. He looked around opened a door and pushed me through. It was dark and I couldn’t see where we were. It didn’t matter.  In the next minute, my husband was on his knees in front of me pushing up my dress with his hands. He pulled my wet panties out of his coat pocket and caressed my butt with them. I felt how wet they still were. My husband’s tongue started to lick my woman place, while I was feeling my wet panties against my thighs.

I wondered how long was this game going to go on?  Did he want me to ****** or not. I was starving! Was he going to feed me?

“I want to come, baby.”

He took his fingers and returned to the dance floor with my *****. Within seconds I was climaxing and my muscles were convulsing in pleasure. I grabbed on to his shoulders. I was moaning as silently as I could. My husband stood up and undid his pants and they dropped. His ragging hard erection hungered for my food. He took my panties and hung them on his *****. He turned me around and lifted my dress again. He rammed me hard and I squeezed his hard manhood. I found myself climaxing again.

The feel of his hardness and my panties was amazingly erotic. He shot his love juice in me. I was not bedded I was loved right there in that closet standing up.

My juices and his juices were cleaned up with my panties. He asked me to put them back on all wet with our loving. I did.

As the party continued, I met and greeted his boss, his clients, their wives. All I could think about was my husband. I thought I might calm down. Instead I was like a tiger in heat. I was in a state of melting for my man and the wet panties were getting wetter.

The party was ending and my husband and I left. I was still hot. I turned to him and gave a sultry look.

“Take off your panties. Give them to me,” he said. He took them and smelled our sex. His erection was clear. He asked me to play with myself while he just enjoyed smelling my panties. I did. Soon, I was near another climax.

“Do you want me to come?”  I asked.

“Yes”

Coming while he was smelling my panties was hot, hot, hot.

We arrived home. Opened and closed the door. We practically ran up to our bedroom. I bent over the bed and he raised my dress again and drilled me again. He still had my panties

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