You know he's watching, because he always is, always has been since you first met him. He was never one to shy away from making a comment about you, what you were wearing, your lingerie, his desires to see you, more of you. Considering you had finally let him have his wish, there was really no need for you to to pull on the panties you are wearing, but you know having them on will buy you some time. And right now, you know there is a lot more to that kiss he just gave you as you stepped out of the shower. he was happy to watch you pull the panties on - but you could tell he was already thinking about how to get you back to that vulnerable, naked, and breed-able state you now knew you booth craved.

And, wrapping your hands around his already hard shaft as he leaned in to kiss you, was as good as telling him that if he was to give you a few minutes to get ready for that. The fact is, you are ready, accepting you will be his for the morning.

He pauses for a second, letting both his eyes and fingers take in your cleanly shaven mound, before stepping away and out into the bedroom. Wrapping your hair up in a towel you look at yourself in the mirror, and you see why he is there - there in the mirror is a side of you no one else, including your husband, has seen - maybe ever.

His for the morning. You like the sound of those words as they echoed around your brain, and that's exactly what you have with him today - just the morning, just enough time before you both will have to head off in different directions. With really doing much, he has all but crushed your previous idea of simply getting dressed and saying goodbye. But then again, you knew that was a possibility when you left the bathroom door open.

Not that you would ever ask for this to happen. Still, part of you accepts it. You already knew that once you had the thought of him 'finding' you in your head, it was going to be a struggle to focus on anything else until you felt him mount you again - like he had mounted you last night. Through the door, you can still see the seed-covered teddy you were wearing when it happened, it's there like a not-so-subtle reminder, still at the foot of the bed.

Not that you wanted to rush into that again. Nope, this morning you wanted to feel the 'chase', to feel his and your passion grow to the point of breaking. What you want, now having dried off and moved over towards him and the bed, is to for him to slowly work you until you willingly and submissively bring yourself down to all fours. You want him to see you rise, your hips instinctively towards him, to show him there's no need to hold anything back, that you are now waiting for his shaft to finish you off. It's not lost on you that this is not how you feel around your husband, but that does not make it less real, less of a true, undeniable desire. All morals aside, it feels so very very right to be this way, with him.

But before that, you want to feel him undress you with his eyes. You want his hand to play across your skin, and you want to have him ask you to undress, to hand him those panties that are all that stands between your breeding and what is 'modest', moral and civilized. You can see by his body language he's already thinking that too, but mostly you are draw to his eyes. You love his eyes - and how they 'smiled' as his fingers touch the fabric, skimming lightly across the smooth panties that still cover what you know he craves. And that mischievous dimple in his cheeks, you've seen it before, and you know at some point he will be cleaning you up with those panties, after the wetness, the seed, and the passion has been spent.

Oh, that beautiful smell of sex that know will soon be filling the room and soaking into the fabric. You would never tell anyone, but the scent of him and you - it excites you, as does the resulting wetness as it drips from you, and spreads across the front of your panties. It reflects perfectly the vivid reality of what is happening to you, the undeniable truth that someone is about to breed you - and that nothing can hold that back now, and when he's done, everything will be left exposed to validate what you have allowed to transpired.

You smile at him, knowing it would not be the first time you find those panties tucked under your pillow. Tonight they will be a reminder that there's always an opportunity to be with him, to feel that close to him, to allow him to be breed you - and for you to experience the full pleasure of being a woman and not just a wife. You turn around and face the bed, knowing he's now right behind you, and you whimper as his fingers wrap around the thin, lace waistband. He's starting and you are, in all the ways that matter, his, at least for the morning!