I wasn’t best pleased at the lack of attention I was receiving recently so I decided to teach my husband a lesson. A lesson which has now become an exciting part of our sex lives. One day while he was sitting on the floor with his back to the sofa watching TV I positioned myself on all fours in front of him blocking his view. I was dressed all in black complete with stockings and suspenders and skimpy thong panty.
He pretended to show no interest so I edged backwards further and further until his face met with my ass. He remained still so I pressed a little harder, his face was now trapped deep into my cheeks and his breathing was getting deeper and deeper and I could tell he was getting turned on by the aroma of my smelly panties.
I could see by the bulge in his pants that he was enjoying himself. I told him that I wanted him to ‘stop sniffing me’ and to ‘eat my panties’ because he had been a bad boy ignoring his wife’s sexual needs. Without a seconds pause I felt his mouth starting to munch away at my cotton thong.
We regularly enjoy plenty of foreplay now, sometimes my husband shoots his load before he gets his cock within a foot of my pussy but I don’t mind. I never fail to fill my panties with an orgasm or two as he eats away at my pussy through the fabric. Sometimes if he has eaten my panties well I will treat him to a little panty wank, wrapping the moist material around his cock as I stroke it.