The basket is my downfall. Her essence is everywhere, each item a fragrant delight.

Including, of course, her panties. Especially her panties; still soaked with last night’s lust. The aroma drives me wild; the smell of rutting overpowering. His cum mingled with hers…

With pathetic moans, I suck the sodden fabric, savouring the tasty mélange, as I think of my wife and her lover. Wrapping the flimsy material around my pulsing cock, I instantly add my salty emissions to the heady cocktail.

Ping!

“Put them on, and don’t forget to thank your boss for me!”

She knows me so well…