Me: ‘Excuse me mdm, I think that is my underwear.’
She held up the blue brief I could never mistaken for and took a whiff from it. Checking it inside out, she gave me those suspicious look as if I was cheating an underwear out of her.
Lady: ‘I think this is my son’s. I know how he smells.’
Me: ‘It’s really mine. I think you forgot to take it out after my wash.’
It wasn’t my fault that I took a minute to get back to my washing machine, and she was in a hurry to complete her laundry at the same time. I could sense a little frustration when she stuffed it into her huge bag, leaving me sad for losing my favourite brief.
Lady: ‘I’ll wait till you’re done, then we go up and ask my son. If he say its not his, I’ll give it back to you. Ok?’
The mid-30s lady made an offer that wasn’t too much trouble, and I went up to her place as soon as I was done. Her son wasn’t around then and I was so sure that I would never see them again. While she asked for a minute to check her son’s cupboard, I had my bag of hot laundry in my arms.
Lady: ‘Actually, it’s yours. My son don’t wear this kind.’
She looked disappointed when I took it from her, still confused about her weird act. Losing my cool over the time wasted, I asked her why would she do such a thing. After a minute of awkward silence, she tightened her fists in front of me.
Lady: ‘I have an underwear fetish. I can tell you are a nice guy from how you smiled at me. So I wanted to keep that.’
I was completely lost for words. Being a writer of such contents, there IS nothing wrong for having a fetish.
Me: ‘You can have it then. But give me your number so I can get it back.’
Lady: ‘It’s okay. It doesn’t have your smell anyway.’
I dropped my bag and took my pants off, stripping the black Airism boxers from Uniqlo. She ignored the underwear I held to her and caught my dick before I could pull the blue one up, surprising me with her daringness.
Lady: ‘Can I make it big? Or is it already growing?’
Her hand someone managed to awaken it and it poked out of her pinky in no time. She took a whiff from it and just covered the tip with her mouth, tongue slithering around the head where I was so sure I saw some smegma on it. Her fetish really showed through her active mouth and we were soon seated on her living room couch.
I have never felt anyone licking the sides of my balls before and she was just looking for ‘something’. Her lips then went over the little head and executed the standard blowjob move, getting me as hard as it was painful.
Her FBT shorts came down her shapely ass and she went into doggy right beside where I sat.
Lady: ‘Come fuck me. My son will be home soon.’
I had no idea what overcame her and let her shoved her ass back on my dick, her arms pushing backwards repeatedly to fuck me instead. I didn’t let the housewife do all the work either and hammered her hard, sending unrestrained moans through the whole house.
Lady (moaning): ‘Let me know when you’re cumming k?’
The rest was pretty straightforward without any position change, slapping noises, erotic moans, agonising groans, we were so into each other then.
Me (shouting): ‘I’m cumming now!’
She patted my thighs away from her and flipped herself over, bobbing her head over my cock hungrily for the second time. Up till when I unloaded into her mouth, she was savouring it like a sausage.
Mmm!
The home cook approved of my taste that she swirled around with her tongue, before swallowing it in multiple gulps. My cock was thoroughly cleaned with those lips and she wiped her mouth with my worn underwear.
Lady: ‘Your phone?’
I handed it to her and she typed her number in, saving herself as Horny Housewife. After giving herself a missed call, she ushered me out of her house with a packet of green tea. Looks like the horny housewife will have one more thing to clean besides her dirty clothes.