The pastel pink satin of your panties is taut over my straining erect penis. The soft smooth cloth snuggles my penis and scrotum like your gently caressing hand. The thin cloth shows the outline of my semen-filled sack and my erection-stiffened shaft in perfect detail. Your panties are so tiny that in the wall mirror of our bedroom I see my purple lust swollen penis head poking high above the top hem up my hairy belly almost as far as my navel.  

I finger my hard penis through the thin cloth of your panties before I slowly slip them down round my thighs. My erect penis bounces out hard and hungry for you, and swings stiffly above my thick bush of pubic hair. I remember the feel of your long smooth legs as I peeled these same panties off you just days ago, then the way you spread your legs for me to ruffle your pussy hair with my tongue and to kiss your vagina lips. 

Just for fun, I hang your panties on my erect shaft. I smile at the memory of how you playfully pulled me by your panties round my cock from our lounge to our bedroom that time, as your willing sex slave. I let your panties fall. I pick them up and run their softness through my fingers. I love the underwear you wear, the soft cotton, the smooth shiny satin, above all the sheer see-through lace you wear especially for me.

I lay naked on our bed. I open the album of pictures we’ve collected over the years and I flick through the pages. There you are in your twenties, a fresh young blonde sprawled nude on that beach, with your young firm breasts your long tanned legs wide, and fresh brown pubic hair around your so hungry vagina. I turn to the pictures of you on that hotel bed, spreading your legs and thrusting your big breasts in nude poses I can still hardly believe you would ever do for me, before that unforgettable sex session. 

I turn to the most recent pictures. You’re mature now, your blonde hair is darker but your voluptuous body is still so erotically exciting. I linger on the shots of you squatting naked but for red high heels on the kitchen table downstairs. Your big round breasts are swung up and thrust out, your legs are straining wide and my camera is aimed straight at your gaping wide fur ringed vagina between your legs. In my mind, I relish how I had you bent over that table. I browse through lots, lots more.

As I browse our pictures I rub your panties slowly over my hard penis, across my scrotum, back and forwards between my legs, remembering the feel of your fingers, your lips, your tongue, your pubic hair against me. I brush your panties over my face and smell your juices and your perfume. It’s the perfume you wore the last time we made love, a scent that clung to my body as I pressed against yours. Memories flood my mind of your naked body under mine on this very bed. Your fingers clawing my back, your belly thrusting against mine, your legs wrapped over me, your animal-like grunts of pleasure as your climax rose, your heels pounding me in your orgasm climax. I wrap my thumb and forefinger round my shaft and gently squeeze and stroke as I savour the memory of your smooth wet tightness and warmth round my hard, hungry shaft. 

I come to the picture of you from behind, on all fours on a rug with your legs wide, with your hairy pussy and vagina slit peeping between your thigh tops below your cheeky rounded bottom. Your big breasts hang pendulously and your smooth buttocks gleam under the lights of our lounge. You’re looking at me over your shoulder with hunger burning in your dark eyes. That picture still strains my cock like no other, even after all the years. 

My heart pounds as I remember taking that picture. My penis strains as I remember the feel of your pubic hair and moist vagina lips as I slid my hand between your spread legs from behind and finger pleasured your vagina lips and clit just the way you like. Then that most erotic moment of all, your ululating, rising, climaxing orgasm cry, as your breasts bounced and your naked body juddered in your finger-fuck climax with my hand cupped over your throbbing juice sodden pussy mound. I close my eyes and I can still hear that cry. 

I want you! It's time for sex pleasure!

I lay on my back. I spread my legs wide. In the wall mirror, I see my penis arching up from my thick bush of pubic hair over my belly. I finger my scrotum and my groins, I reach between my legs to tickle my arse. That’s what you do when you kneel nude beside me to hand job me. I remember your big breasts hanging over me gently swinging, your legs perfectly placed for my hand to play with and to caress your soft round bottom, your thighs spread for me to run my fingers through your pubic bush, to finger your pussy lips, and to reach up between your legs to tickle you in the valley between your cheeks while your expert hand pleasures my shaft. You like it so much when I do that for you, don’t you!

I oil my hand and my straining stiff penis with the cream you use when you hand job me. I wrap my fist round my penis shaft and begin to pump, smoothly, rhythmically, full length from my pubic hair to my cock head. I tug and stroke my foreskin. I slide my hand right up over my big round so sensitive penis head and I catch the base ridge of my cock head with the ring of my thumb and forefinger just how you do it for me. As I masturbate I close my eyes and remember your breasts swinging above me with the rhythm of your smoothly pumping hand on my shaft and your spare hand lovingly caressing my naked chest and nipples. 

“ Janet!” I grunt your name as I squirm my hips with my rising sex pleasure, “Want to fuck you hard!”

As the pleasure rises I ease off, just little strokes now with my thumb and forefinger in a ring stroking across the base ridge of my cock head as I hold my throbbing penis on the very brink of orgasm. The pleasure is almost unbearable! Another memory floods into my mind. Your soft smooth warm thighs astride my face. My hands caressing your thighs and bum cheeks. Your pubic hair brushing my lips, the smell and taste of your vagina juice in my nostrils and on my tongue. Your nipples brushing my belly as your breasts swing above me with the rocking of your body above me. Your hand between my legs caressing my inner thighs. Your warm wet lips squeezing, sucking, and sliding rhythmically up and down my iron hard shaft.

I’m coming!

“Janet! Janet! … nggghhhh! … nggghhh! …. Ahhhhhh!”

My back arches up involuntarily, thrusting my hips toward the woman my body thinks is riding my pulsing semen spurting penis. My semen spurts high up my chest and over my belly. I lie there panting, savouring the memory of your body, enjoying the last pulses of sex pleasure in my still half-erect penis flopped over my belly. As my semen starts to trickle down my side I wipe it off my penis, off my naked body, and out of my pubic hair with your panties.

I glance at the bedside clock. No time to lose. You will be back here with the kids in half an hour. After a last browse of pictures of you, a last lingering ogle of you on all fours, I close our album and carefully hide it away. I check the bed cover for semen splashes and smooth the bed so you’ll never know, though I’m sure you suspect. I reluctantly dress, then I toss your semen-soaked panties back into the laundry basket and await your return.