Confession for a July Afternoon

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The other night, we pulled up one of our favorite videos to watch to warm up before having sex. A stunning woman, her friend, and her lover have a threesome in a forest on a large blanket. He gets both women off, and then they finish him off, letting him cum all over their tits and faces.

If you haven’t found Miriam and Jorge Prado, do yourself a favor and Google them, then join one of the many sites where their content is produced. You will not be sorry.

This confession isn’t about our shared appreciation for the Prado’s.

It’s how I got off.

As usual, we lay together on our bed and slowly started peeling away clothing. His cock was out, and he stroked it gently, trying not to cum before we could have fun of our own. I decided to do something I’d never done before.

I masturbated with my panties on and it was PHENOMENAL!

I had on a grey thong, I know I’ve posted pictures of me in it, and will share a picture below. Instead of pulling them off as I normally do when I play with my clit, I simply placed the wand over my mound and went to work. It was amazing, something that I didn’t expect but fully enjoyed. There was a naughtiness to it, a throwback to my earliest days of masturbating as a teenager. As we lay together, he reached for the band to pull the thong down, and I denied him. I told him I wanted to finish myself with them on, to keep stroking his cock for me.

My wand vibrated through the fabric as he worked my tits with his mouth. Again, I’m not sure what it was about this experience that I loved so much, but soon enough my orgasm had arrived and I came, leaving my husband VERY pleased. He looked over and smiled. He could see a visible wet spot on the gusset of my panties. Of course, one orgasm is never enough, so I sat up, pulled my thong off, and rode his cock to another orgasm before finally letting him finish.

After some cute small talk, I got myself up to use the bathroom, but not before noticing my panties were soaked. It was a sure sign that I’d found my new favorite way to play with myself.

For what it’s worth, thank you for reading my confession.