Deft, prim fingers cunningly caressed me. Skirt riding high, she offered a tantalising glimpse of her creamy white thighs and the tiniest hint of forbidden pussy above her dark stocking tops.

Oh, God, I was so close!

My breathing grew ragged. Two more strokes and I would…

She released me, and I groaned in frustration. My cock throbbed, desperate for salvation.

Amused eyes and a wicked smile teased me. Slowly, her hand returned.

Stroke – release!

Stroke – release!

I gasped. Unbidden and unfulfilled, a rope of repressed seed splattered her legs.

My wife’s delighted laughter rang in my ears.