The comments back were not subtle.
Nice t**s. Great panties. I bet they'd look good on the floor. They were getting crude. Bob loved them. He suggested we take more pics. I wasn't sure and just said no. Bob tried a bit to convince me.
The truth is I wanted to, but I knew I shouldn't. I didn't.
Bob and I had s*x. While having s*x he kept telling me what a hot wife I'd be and talking about how hot sending the pictures was. After about 3 minutes he came and he fell asleep.
As I lay there I thought of how hot I thought sending the pictures was. How sexy it made me feel. When I thought hot, I then thought, hot wife.
I picked up my iPad and again googled the term. I started reading some "hot wife" stories. As I did I slipped my hand between my legs and started playing with myself. The stori
