| Straight: Husband and Wife: Yes, I Married Him (1/4) |
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She was folding the laundry. It was a hot Friday afternoon. A very special day... As she came to a particular article of clothing, she smiled faintly, holding it close to her chest, and closed her eyes at the memory... Her husband's blue pressed shirt... He had worn it that day of their first time... She remembered trying to convince herself that she would never be lucky enough to be with him, and yet here she was today, married to the man she had tried to convince herself she'd never get to be with... Every day she had thought about him... had even dreamed of him in the shirt she was holding close to her beating heart. Even as she simply thought about that day, she felt her pussy flush with moisture... Everything after that had been so great. Their relationship had been forbidden, but they didn't care. They broke the rules, and even got married... The scene of their first time played over and over in her head... It had been a hot day, and the tension had risen as they had stared at each other from across that room. She hadn't worn panties that day because it was just so humid. She remembered exactly what he had said to her... exactly how he came... exactly how they came to be... At the sound of the front door opening and closing, she dropped the shirt and ran out of the bedroom to greet her husband with a long, excited kiss. "Well, hello to you too, baby!" he said grinning. He wasn't sure what she was so happy about, but was glad that she was so ecstatic to see him. He missed his hot little wife and thought about her all day at work. It had been another hot June day. It was the anniversary of their first time. Ah, he remembered the day. It had been another blazing June day as well... Maybe that was why she was in such a good mood. He mischievously reached down to feel her panties, and was right. She had been thinking about that day. Smirking, he whispered, "What's got you so excited?" He took her hand and she followed him into the bedroom. "Do you remember our first time, baby?" she asked smiling. There was a gleam in her eyes which he didn't miss. Yes, they would definitely be enjoying each other soon... He watched her ass jiggle as she ran to the white laundry basket sitting by his dresser. She picked up his light blue work shirt and held it up. "You wore this shirt," she said winking. He dropped his keys on the desk before walking over to his wife, already getting aroused at the memory she was bringing up. "Yes, yes I did..." As he reached his wife, he removed her shirt as he said, "You had fun taking it off, didn't you?" "Oh, yes, baby," she giggled, beginning to take off the shirt he was wearing now. As she did, he looked into her eyes, ran his hand through her long black hair, and pulled her to his mouth, hungrily kissing her sweet lips. She pushed the shirt off his sexy body and began running her hands all over his chest. Suddenly he grabbed her hands and pulled away, holding them up. |
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Good effort
