Oh God, I fimally did it. Wife was at gym/workout class and I raced home and watched a Liberty Mutual ad a bunch of times in repetition while getting myself sexually worked-up over the moderately good-looking '40ish' woman in the ad.
She seemed a little cuntish, and spoke about having researched the relative torque ratios of various vehicles before selecting her recent new car purchase, then gerring into a collision shortly thereafter and getting finacially punished by her auto-insurace carrier.
My third time through the ad, I had gotten wood despite my general dislike of the woman's demeanor. Her pants were close-fitting over her hips and bottom and pussy-region. Not like 'cameltoe' territory, she was to conservative to dress thay way, but I was absolutely thinking about her lady parts and considering the potential pleasure of touching her inappropriately through her clothing.
By the 7th viewing of the ad, I was dizzy and short of breath. I was becoming
concerned about by wife returning before I finished, and started going more urgently on myself and thinking about my fingers rubbing the ad-ladies wet lady parts with her tightish pants unbuttoned out my fingers staying strictly on the outside of her thong. In my warped, idiotic brain, I imagined I could feel Rebecca climaxing wettly into the thong, essentially I imagined that Rebecca was having a "female ejaculation", but it was more just creamy than the piss-hole type spraying that gets shown in so many adult entertainment vids.
The stong, inappropriate sensously of imaginining that I was feeling Rebecca cumming that way pushed me hard and fast into Sploogeville, must of it onto my shirt.
A quick clean-up, and the wife none the wiser.
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