It was a typical monday evening home after work i was met by my wife with a kiss and she asked how my day was. Just the usual darling nothing exciting. My wife made me a coffee and the evening was ready to served i came up behind her pressing myself against her arse. Fany an early darling not really she said i am a bit tired today. I said that's fine so we had our meal and settled to watch the telly. About 8 oclock i was feeling horny so i thought i would go and have a wank as i got up she said where are you going. Oh just going to the loo when i got in there i lifted the lid on the laundry basket on top was a pair of Lynn's knickers they were black satin knickers, the inside was stained with her pussy juice. I suspect she had may have been horny so I pressed my nose against them to discover her scent. it was intoxicating and gave me the hardest boner. I started licking the patch whilst releasing my solid cock from my jeans, I began stroking my cock whilst sniffing and licking Lynn's knickers. I was wanking and ready to cum and talking to myself saying fuck her John stretch her pussy// fuck her come inside make her pregnant. I came filling her knickers with my cum and as i turned around she was stood watching me. What are you doing you perv!", it was Lynn, she entered, closing the door behind her. I was in a sticky situation// I was stood, cock in one hand and her knickers in the other, there was no out of this. You're a horny fucking perv,, aren't you. She said right close you eyes, why i asked she said just do it, i closed my eyes then the next thing she rubbed the knickers all over my face. After having cum rubbed into my face she said what is it you wanting me to be fucked. Also who the fuck is John,, we do not know anybody called John// i said i used to play football with him. And// well he is really well endowed.. right but i am not interested in him who ever he is am i not enough for you .. yes but i just like to imagine him buried deep inside you. With that she stormed off down stairs,, i took my jeans off and followed her down stairs but she was in no mood to talk to me. It was three nights later in bed making out when she asked does this John guy know you have this thing about me being fucked. No of course not,, but i thought why as she asked,, she must have had thoughts about it. There is more to relate to about this and where we are now is a great surprise to me as i never thought we would be where we are. .