My Wife Karen
By Tiffany Scott
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I followed her into the bedroom after switching off the T.V. and the lights, then I sat on the edge of the bed and listened to the sound of the water hitting the shower enclosure. I don't know what caused me to decide to call her bluff, but the next thing that happened was that I had stripped off everything I was wearing.
My hands were quivering as I removed all the tags and such from the lace and satin bra, which I wrapped around me and fastened closed. Once I had done that I slipped the elastic straps up my arms and into place on my sholders.
I quickly pulled the single tag from the high cut French style panties, then held them open while I stepped into them. I would have had to admit that they felt delightful on my bottom and absolutely fabulous against my dick, but I wasn't allowed much time to think about it because just then I heard the shower stop.
I put the box down, then quickly slipped under the covers on my normal side of the bed. I fluffed them up to my chin, then closed my eye's. Karen came out of the steam filled bathroom and stood at the foot of the bed while she towel dried her hair. She commented that she was glad the weekend was here and that she needed a change of pace after the hectic week she'd put in.
I agreed that it was nice the following day was saturday, then I laid quietly, as if trying to sleep. In truth my wearing of the feminine lingerie made me feel so naughty that I had a huge erection.
After turning off the lights she got into bed. I waited several seconds before turning so I was facing her, then I moved so my body was pressing against hers. Then I slipped my leg up over her hip so my knee was lying at the top of her thighs.
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