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(Ms B standing in front of the closet, holding two hangers and twisting back to look at her reflection over her shoulder) Ms B: Okay, you said tight short dress, that’s settled. Which one should I wear? The black one? The pale yellow?

Hubby B: I have a feeling AJ will like the new orange one. Why don't you wear that today?

Ms B: (sexy black lace bra in hand) I love it when you choose for me when I meet AJ. But what about under it? Should I bother with a bra? I am worried the bra line would show.

Hubby B: (leaning against the doorframe, already half-hard watching her stress about meeting AJ) Keep the bra on. Make him drool a little. We both know how much he loves your nipples. Let him sweat a little. Take it off in the bathroom once you are in the room. Once you start kissing, he’ll be able to see your nipples through the fabric when you get all worked up. That’ll drive him crazy before his hands even touch you. Just think of him staring the whole time, trying not to stare too hard. Got me hard just thinking about it.

Ms B: (grinning, pressing a hand to her stomach, bringing her thighs together) Okay, bra on, and then off. What about panties? Naughty satin pair, or the little black lace thong that matches the bra? Or should I go commando for AJ?

Hubby B: You have me so HARD thinking of what you and AJ will do in that room. Leave the panties off. Wait - no, actually… (he smirks, stepping closer to run a hand down her naked hip) Thong. Wear that thong. It’ll ride right up into your crack when you sit down, and when you stand up he’ll notice no pantyline on that MILF ass of yours. But when he lifts the back of your dress, he will love that string on your asshole. He has told you that so many times

Ms B: mmmmmmm honey

Hubby B: You like the thought of that, don’t you? Getting all wet and slippery the whole lunch, worried about leaking right onto the fabric of the dress - you will be that wet, I know.

Ms B: (shivering, leaning back into his chest) God, that’s so dirty. What if I sit down and leave a little wet spot on the hotel chair? He’ll see it and know what I did, what I was thinking about the whole time.

Hubby B: That’s the point. (nuzzles her neck, grabs her ass to pull her tighter against his hard-on) Feel how worked up I am just talking about this? I can’t wait to hear how it goes when you get back.

Ms B: I’ll be wobbly by the time I reach the hotel, even before I see AJ.

Hubby B: Good. Wobbly means you’ll have to let him hold your waist to steady you, means he gets to touch you. And when you’re walking away from him to the bathroom, make that sexy ass bounce in that dress. You do that so well. He’ll be staring the whole time.

Ms B: (turning in his arms to kiss him slow, rolling her hips against his) You really thought this all through, didn’t you? Getting off on sending me off to fuck the boy, aren’t you?

Hubby B: (kisses her back, grinding against her through her underwear) Hell yeah I am. Knowing he’s gonna be so hard and big. And that he will get to fill that wet pussy up with his cum, knowing you’re gonna come home and tell me every dirty little detail? I’ve been hard since you woke up. Go on, get dressed. I’ll drop you off a block away, and you go have fun.

Ms B: (laughing breathless, pulling away to slip the dress on over her bare body) You know I always give you the details. I’m already wet just getting dressed...