Drenched

Mrs. G stepped out into the crisp morning air, excited to take her latest running outfit for a spin. The sleek leggings and sport bra were crafted from a high-tech, silky material that clung to her figure like a second skin. She set off on her usual route, feeling energized n her body-hugging ensemble. At first, everything seemed normal. But as the blocks passed, she started to notice an unusual amount of attention directed her way. Men of all ages stopped and stared as she passed, their eyes roving hungrily over her exposed curves. Teen boys gawked and elbowed each other, middle-aged dads openly ogled, even grandpas craned their necks for a better view of her. Was it her bouncing tits and ass? She tried to lower the spring in her steps, but it didn't help. The scrutiny made Mrs. G feel uncomfortable. She felt her cheeks flush, confused yet flattered by the stares. It wasn't until she paused to catch her breath and check her reflection in a store window that she understood the reason for all the ogling. To her shock, the slick material of her new leggings had worked its way up, creeping higher and higher to lewdly frame her cameltoe. Her pussy lips were so much outlined, she might as well been running without anything on her. You could see the cameltoe even from the back, finishing the almost transparent form of her ass cheeks. The top wasn't much better either, her stiffened nipples were clearly visible through the thin material. Mrs. G gasped, mortified by her nearly exposed state. She thought of all those man that gave her the horny looks - they probably felt she was inviting them to strip her down and ravage her right here on the sidewalk. Pin her against the wall and fuck her deep. Use her buxom body to satisfy their basest urges, a sex object to violate at will. Pondering all this didn't help - Mrs.G realized she is getting wet, and she immediately looked down towards her crotch. It was as she feared - the increasing moisture between her thighs stained the fabric, betraying her secret thrill at the lurid display. Her nipples became even more visible. It all painted a vivid picture of her need for sexual release. She couldn't continue her jog like this,  but she didn't have a choice - she had to run back. She resigned herself to a jog of shame with all her goodies on show. As she started running back, she kept her eyes down, face burning, painfully aware of the stares. Despite her embarrassment, she found herself becoming more and more aroused as she felt the eyes on her. The whispers and murmurs that followed her path, all served to fuel her desire. She knew that telltale wet spot is clearly visible to everyone, she knew they were looking at her drenched pussy. Arousal and humiliation warred within her, a confusing blend of excitement and shame. By the time she made it inside her house, her leggings were soaked through with the evidence of her perverted titillation, she was a quivering mess of pent-up arousal. Immediately after getting inside, to the surprise of her husband, she quickly shed her leggings, leaving them in a sweaty, heap on the floor.  "Hey baby, how was your run?" he asked. She gave him a wet kiss. "Fucking drenching," Mrs.G  grabbed her husband and pulled him into the bedroom. She sprawled herself, her head down, her ass and pussy raised wantonly on the bed . She panted, her hand snaking towards her pussy, ready to toy with her dripping slit. "Come here and fuck your nasty wife. Now." Mr.G inhaled sharply, clearly shocked but loving it. "Don't you dare touch yourself - that's my job." Mrs.G whined with needy frustration but obeyed, forcing her hands to still at her sides. She lay there, a dripping, desperate mess, every nerve on fire for her husband's cock. He descended on her like a man possessed, fingers and tongue delving into her leaking hole, stroking over her clit. She came almost instantly, gushing all over his face as she wailed in ecstasy. Then he was pushing inside her, stuffing her to the brim with his hard cock. Mrs. G pushed her ass up, urging him to go deeper and harder. He pounded her mercilessly, the wet slapping of their coupling mixing with Mrs. G's wanton moans and cries.