my wardrobe malfunction

My husband had just left for work, the sun was breaking through the bedroom curtains. I was feeling particularly horny, and so could not resist slipping my hand down to feel the smooth contours of my recently shaved mound. As usual my mind flashed through my most memorable sexy experiences, finally reliving a thrilling experience that happened on the day that my husband Dave, had arrange for a guy to pick up a heavy cold frame that he had sold on EBay. The weather had been hot and having finished my chores, I had taken a long cool shower. Whilst drying off, I heard the back gate swing shut and voices in the garden, and looked out of the window to see an older guy with my husband, discussing the best method to move the frame. Feeling a bit frisky, I decided just to slip on my fairly low cut, ankara travesti strappy dress which did little to hide the shape of my boobs. Checking myself out in the mirror, I was excitedly conscious that the impression of my hardening nipples, would be easily discernible though the flimsy fabric. Not wanting to pass up the possibility of some flirtatious behaviour, and knowing that Dave would get aroused, I joined them in the garden and casually asked them how they were going to move the frame. As I had hoped, the buyer took the opportunity to furtively glance at the impressions of my erect nipples against the flimsy fabric, and the fact that I had his attracted his attention so quickly, gave me a little tinkle of pleasure. Their plan was to carefully drag the frame, without removing the ankara travestileri glass, over the path then turn it sideways to get it through the gate and on to the buyer’s trailer. The frame was quite heavy and proved too awkward to get through the gate, which meant it had to be lifted over the wall. How could I not offer my help as they struggled to manoeuvre it and have a bit of fun in the process? Dave immediately guessed what I was up to, and subtlety winked as he realised that I was about to take advantage of the situation. Eagerly accepting my offer, he instructed us all to lift it simultaneously from the bottom. As soon as we bent forward, they had a momentary view down the front of my dress. After that, the guy took every opportunity to sneakily glance at the impressions of travesti ankara my jiggling breasts as we heaved the frame against the wall. I was getting really turned on with the attention, especially knowing my husband was reveling in my uninhibited conduct and would love me to continue with this provocative behaviour. We managed to rest the guy’s end on the wall, and as he moved around the wall to hold it from the other side, Dave reached over and mischievously dared to pull one of my straps to the very edge of my shoulder. As we inched the frame onto the wall, I was getting really aroused by the possibility of totally exposing one of my boobs to the buyer, and so desperately hoped that gravity would prevail and cause my strap to accidentally slip off my shoulder. As the weight was now on the other side, my husband suggestively advised that I should slip around and help him take the strain. A bit more pulling and pushing and all the weight was on the other side, leaving us to take the load with our arms slightly raised.