10 Pimps steal my submissive wife's panties

Be more picky about your wife's extravagant clothes than I am, especially when you have men working in your house! When I was growing up, comedies tended toward the absurd: Monty Phytom, The Wigglers, Chico City, with the totally innocent horns and the stone-crazed wives; sex movies with crazy plots, with sex in the waiting room, marriages that started out serious, and out of nowhere turned into an orgy, policemen who became strippers out of nowhere! The husband would grab his wife at the flagpole and just drop his pants and go into the trance. Exaggerated, and extreme. Everyone saw it. No one complained. It was funny, exaggerated, and absurd, and it would never happen. And we got very excited. That's my idea of stories. The different, the exaggerated, the absurd, which has a point or another that excites us, but it has to be real, like the cartoon wolf that the world likes to look at, it pokes its head in the sun, it laughs, it looks at us, it has a tongue, and it wants to be identified with us, it could only look at the inside of the classroom. Little couples breaking free and adventure stories looking real, you've got 'em everywhere, the extreme, the bizarre with turning points, you've only got 'em here. The Stolen Pants. Be more picky about your wife's extravagant clothes than I am, especially when you have men working in your house! We were renovating our house, and one day my wife asked me if I had seen her panties. I said no and she described them to me as very small, and I remembered that it was a panties that I didn't want her to wear in front of me because it was very indecent, it was very tiny, it was very visible, and every mute person noticed her mouth that was protruding and open, and her swimsuits were like two full basins, held by a rubber band, open and steep! As she convinced me that I had paid, she began to use whatever I was not wearing. I was ashamed of the most expensive clothes, and guys were moving around with her on the street like that, she likes to walk around sexy, showing off, dressed in all the street with curves and transparencies, but I never did anything, but I often thought that she was constantly going out there to be a whore for any man who wanted to use it, so I didn't tolerate the consequences of being with her on the street. And the ten bricklayers who work at La's house noticed this, and they kept drying her tiny bikini in the pool, swimming and sunbathing... so much so that I even heard them arguing whether she was desperate to show off or not, such was her lack of decency in showing off her body even in the midst of so many men, they said they had seen her swim in high heels to provoke them. She says that she spends so many hours sculpting her body in the gym that it's a waste not to show anything. She thinks so much like this, that in the morning, in her babydoll that she wears at home, even without panties or bra, she parades in the middle of them and disrupts the whole service, staying there talking for hours with them parading in high heels in front of them, explaining that slippery and very brown, that she likes a good high jump to steep well the bum bum. She keeps showing the difference between the steep and normal vbumbum, going up and down the jump, raising the clothes so that they can clearly notice the difference. This was very costly to me, for she would take time away from the works, babbling with them and asking silly questions about their work and their lives, and sometimes I caught her in conversation that got hot, spicy even, about pranks and fantasies! It was no longer enough for her to make me hire not one or two masons, but she convinced me that ten would do a more satisfactory job to her liking, so she undertook to personally select each candidate for mason, and she chose the tallest and strongest, all black. The selection consisted of meeting them in person, interviewing them one by one or two by two, up to five by five, inviting them to reserved places or going out with them sometimes at night, leaving me worried because I ended up entertaining them and returning late, sometimes the next morning. They talked, danced and ended up relaxing and having a little fun together. Sometimes the interviews would end in the back seat of the car, and she'd park in a quiet spot, and she could deal with the bricklayer in her own way, which I think is way too sweet for a job interview. She'd even pay for motel rooms with my money, of course, when her interview took more than a night, and sometimes she'd want to do it all over again to make sure the bricklayer was really good, and she thought a Jacuzzi would bring people closer together, because relaxed men just let loose and let go. She said to my complaints, that she did not want anyone in her house alone with her, it could be a rapist or one of those guys who likes to beat up a defenseless woman like her. To know all this she said that she went deep into the interviews, making them open up to her. I complained that she went for very sensual and revealing reasons, but she said that it was a woman's thing to dress well ... undress, in her case, because the clothes show more than what covers her body. That's when I found her panties on top of a pile of cement bags. I called my wife and she was stunned, babbling as she was completely covered in a thick, yellow beating that was spewing away. I almost threw up when she grabbed her little hand with that mellow melon all started to flow into it, and it wasn't even picking up, she grabbed it with both little hands to the point that the beating was melting and slipping through her arm. I was stunned as she pressed her thighs against each other, and approached her little nose smelling all over that beating with the volume and the audacity of what she did. Her breasts noticeably hardened in it quickly, which left me amazed. As if I wasn't even there, then she was touching the bitter beating with her little pink, fiery whip, and when I was about to pick it up, she grabbed it with both little hands to the point that the beating was melting and slipping through her arm. I was stunned as she was grabbing me with her fingernails, trying to pull herself out of her pants, and I was sweating her breast so hard, and I said, "Let me get out of this baby's boobs". Her face rubbed from her bellybutton to her face's thigh, passing the pink mouthpiece over his dick and getting wet with sweat from his groin all cheekbones, a part of her hair, and the golden breast jumped out completely. Her panties fell on the other half of her face, and went into the cleavage, sliding down to her gymnastics bellybutton. She fell on her legs in the open air to him and as she never wears panties at home gave him a spectacle of her pink lipstick through the shortcuts of her shorts. They marveled for a few seconds and she raised her face and... Good or bad, only if there are interesting comments...