It has been 2 years since Madam and I no longer had a relationship with each other. it's a shame, however, because I regularly want it and so does she, but these moments never seem to coincide. Once again, I will therefore masturbate while contemplating her underwear that I loved so much to see her wearing. The dresser drawer is full as always, but nothing turns me on tonight, I know them all by heart and it seems to me that a few pieces are missing. Seized with a hunch, I take her suitcase out of the closet and open it. To my surprise, it still contains the effects of his last trip to Toulouse. Effects among which I find a very beautiful black lace nightie that I gave her three years ago, as well as the matching thong and garter belt and a pair of black stockings. She never told me she bought the set. In addition, she told me several times that she no longer put on the other pieces that I gave her because “she no longer has the body that goes with it”, these are her own words. My thoughts are messing around, is it a man, woman, colleague, oneshot planning, illegitimate couple? I end up realizing that imagining him with another turns me on more than it pains me. I take the opportunity to masturbate for a long time while inhaling his underwear. Imagining her giving another to enjoy her superb sexual performance gives me chills and excitement out of the ordinary. Hand hand serves my penis and moves slowly from the bottom to the top, then down again to re-size well then to re-size the glans as I love. My ejaculation is abundant, my orgasm powerful. My thoughts are messing around, is it a man, woman, colleague, oneshot planning, illegitimate couple? I end up realizing that imagining him with another turns me on more than it pains me. I take the opportunity to masturbate for a long time while inhaling his underwear. Imagining her giving another to enjoy her superb sexual performance gives me chills and excitement out of the ordinary. Hand hand serves my penis and moves slowly from the bottom to the top, then down again to re-size well then to re-size the glans as I love. My ejaculation is abundant, my orgasm powerful. My thoughts are messing around, is it a man, woman, colleague, oneshot planning, illegitimate couple? I end up realizing that imagining him with another turns me on more than it pains me. I take the opportunity to masturbate for a long time while inhaling his underwear. Imagining her giving another to enjoy her superb sexual performance gives me chills and excitement out of the ordinary. Hand hand serves my penis and moves slowly from the bottom to the top, then down again to re-size well then to re-size the glans as I love. My ejaculation is abundant, my orgasm powerful. I take this opportunity to masturbate for a long time while inhaling its underside. Imagining her giving another to enjoy her superb sexual performance gives me chills and excitement out of the ordinary. Hand hand serves my penis and moves slowly from the bottom to the top, then down again to re-size well then to re-size the glans as I love. My ejaculation is abundant, my orgasm powerful. I take this opportunity to masturbate for a long time while inhaling its underside. Imagining her giving another to enjoy her superb sexual performance gives me chills and excitement out of the ordinary. Hand hand serves my penis and moves slowly from the bottom to the top, then down again to re-size well then to re-size the glans as I love. My ejaculation is abundant, my orgasm powerful.The next day, my brain in turmoil, I hatch a plan to unmask her. I put it into practice immediately: I write down each appointment, each trip and the contents of his chest of drawers and suitcase. I end up finding a structure in the dates and the disappearances of sexy underwear. In particular the fact that it always happens evenings when I know in advance that she will sleep at the office or on the move.The week after the opportunity arises. Meet late in the evening, early the next morning near his office. So she plans to sleep there. the morning after leaving, I check the drawer and bingo! one of the sexy sets is missing. I therefore pretend a contract for an American client, therefore a work in staggered hours to pre-justify my possible inability to answer quickly if she calls this evening. In the evening, I take his car in spinning. Both simple and complicated in the Paris region. After half an hour on the road, she parks and then walks back into a small building. Fortunately it is dark and his meeting is on the first floor. Luck smiles at me a little further on is a park with a small hillock that has a breathtaking view from the windows of the apartment. I settle in as comfortably and discreetly as possible the window next door seems to be the bedroom window if ever. So I have a front row seat. In addition there is no opposite, which should allow me to see well despite the curtains more decorative than blackout. Monsieur is dressed classically: shirt pants, my wife is also quite classic in her clothes: jeans and a little short-sleeved top. I remember, however, the missing underwear in the drawer and a certain excitement wins me. I am both anxious and afraid of what I am about to find out. For a long hour the date seems quite normal. Finally she packs up her things while he goes to get another drink in the kitchen. When he comes back he stands beside her as if waiting. My heart is racing. When she gets up, she looks at him for a moment then kisses him passionately. I was therefore not mistaken during my checks. She ther ...

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