All characters are fictional.
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Tommy was just settling in on the couch. The grass was cut, the trash was out, he'd had a shower and grabbed a beer from the fridge.
His wife Jill was at her mother's and should be home soon. He hoped she didn't have more chores for him, the game was about to start.
But the game was delayed by rain, so he started flipping channels. As he went through the channels he was astounded by the amount of crap on TV.
Then he stumbled on one of those home shopping shows. A very pretty girl was modeling a summer dress.
She had a great body, with legs like a gymnast. She reminded him of his wife. Jill had been a gymnast, and still had the body for it.
Tommy was starting to think that he could easily think of things to do today instead of watching baseball, if only Jill was home.
She'd seemed so upbeat and flirty that morning. But they both had things to do, so they had behaved themselves.
Tommy was thinking of pulling his dick out, that would be a good way to waste some time.
He didn't want to cum. Jill would be disappointed if she missed out on his cum. But he could still play with it awhile. A little edging to build up a nice big load for her.
Just as he was getting a chub on, and rubbing himself, getting ready to whip it out, he heard her car pull up outside.
She came in moments later, wearing a sexy summer dress of her own. The light from the doorway just barely showed her body through the thin fabric.
She kicked off her flip flops, and stopped by the TV and they exchanged their greetings. She noticed what was on the television, and gave him a questioning look.
Tommy made sure to check out her body, and let her see him doing it. He explained that he was thinking about buying her that dress, that he loved seeing her legs.
Jill liked the way her husband was looking at her. And she checked him out too.
She made note of the partial erection in his shorts, and felt herself getting wet. She was starting to think about a little afternoon fun too.
"I love you in that dress." He told her, "You know that?"
"I know, that's why I wear it." She answered with a naughty smile and a curtsey.
"Come closer." He directed her in his husky voice. She didn't even hesitate, she walked up to him and, looking down said, "You need a closer look?"
"No." He answered. "I need to touch you." He ran his hands softly up the front of her firm thighs. Letting them reach up inside the hem of her dress, and back down.
She felt herself getting wet from his touch and the low, sexy tone of his voice. She had always been aroused by the things he said, and how he said it.
He slipped his hands around to the back of her legs and slid them back up under her dress again, but farther this time.
"How did I get so lucky to have such a sexy wife?" He asked as his hands continued up to her ass.
"Must be the sweet talk, I guess." She answered. Her voice giving away her arousal too.
As he squeezed her firm ass he asked, "Did you go to your mom's without panties on, you naughty girl?"
"No," She whispered. "I have panties on." She caught her breath as he reached some fingers into the crack of her ass and felt the thin strip of nylon right up against her sphincter.
"Ooh, a thong! Very fucking sexy!" He said looking up into her eyes. "Which ones? Show me."
She smirked at him and grasped the hem of her dress, slowly lifting it, until the small triangle of silky pink fabric came into view.
As small and thin as the panties were, there was no hair to be seen. "Fuck baby you are hot!"
