PANTY STORY # 182
 
 

My young wife had left for an afternoon of shopping so I headed for her panty drawer after I was done working around the house. I don't know how it happened, but I am completely hooked on wearing her panties.

I picked out a very sexy navy blue satin pair with a wide lace elastic waistband and lace insets on the high cut legs and slid them over my legs and up to my crotch. I got shivers just standing there in front of the mirror. I felt my ass through the satin.

I walked around the house feeling the way my penis moved in her satin panties and glancing at my reflection in anything that would show me in all my panty glory. I became hard as a rock. I put on a long T-shirt and walked out to the mailbox for the mail. I felt wicked and sexy at the same time. What if the wind blew and people saw me in panties?

When I got back inside I laid down on the bed and slowly started feeling my penis through her panties.

I was completely engrossed in feeling the satin on my penis when I heard someone come in the room. Horrified, I opened my eyes and there was my wife.

“I knew it,” she said, “I have been finding tell-tale come stains in my panties and I knew you were masturbating in my panties. You have been masturbating in my panties more than you have been making love with me lately. So, I figured that you must like the way come feels in my panties so I went out and got a special treat for you.”

She crawled up on the bed and right up to my face and lifted her skirt. Her panties were soaked, front, crotch and back, with come. She pulled the leg aside and I could see probably a half of a cup of come in the crotch.

“I've got a special pair of come filled panties for you to wear,” she said, “and, you will wear them!”

She got off the bed and pulled off the navy pair I had on. She carefully slid off the come filled pair that she had on and slid them over my legs and up to my crotch, leaving wet come everywhere they touched. She then took off her skirt and got back on the bed. She crawled over and got in a 69 position over me, and started rubbing the come into my crotch.

She had so much come on her beautiful ass and pussy that she looked like she had been smeared with mayonnaise.

“I didn't go shopping today. I knew I had to do something drastic with you, so I went to the athletic dorm at the college. I was able to find about 20 guys to help me out. I told them that I would give them each a blow job or hand job, they just had to promise to come into the front or back of my panties. As you can see by my hair and face, some weren't able to hold it long enough to get into my panties. But, as you can feel, I was able to get plenty of fresh come in the panties for you.”

While she was talking she was also rubbing the come into my balls and dick and had her come drenched pussy an inch from my nose. I was a gooey mess, and so was she! She started lowering her pussy to my lips.

“Noooo!” I pleaded.

She stopped lowering and said, “I felt like I needed to get your attention. Here is the deal. As you know, you have been neglecting my needs by making love to my panties instead of me. You may wear my panties, but only when I am around. If you want to masturbate in my panties, that's fine, but, I will be right next to you masturbating, too. If you want to make love with me with panties or anything else on, that is fine with me, also. But, if I find any more evidence of you playing with my panties without me, I am going back to the college and let all those guys fuck me. I will then return and sit on your face until you lick it all out. Got it? Now, why don't you go ahead and add your come to the come in your panties.”

I felt my orgasm build. As I started to come I snapped my eyes open and saw nothing but ceiling. I looked down in time to see the come hitting the inside of my boxers. I looked over at my wife lying in her underwear next to me. She had her eyes wide open and a smile on her face.

“Did you just have a wet dream?” she asked.

I lay there and caught my breath. I thought of the come-drenched panties. “Very!” I said.

“Was I in it?” she asked.

I remembered her come drenched pussy. “Yes,” I replied.

“You were talking in your sleep and cried out ‘noooo!’ What was your dream about?”

There was some reality in the dream. I had been wearing and masturbating in her panties a lot lately, although I didn't think she had noticed. I had also been making love with my lovely wife less frequently, which I felt terrible about. The dream must have been an omen. Maybe it is time to tell my sweet wife about my love of panties?

“Um, I like your panties,” I said.

“Thank you,” she replied while looking at what pair she was wearing today, “sorry I can't say the same about yours,” pointing to my white boxers.

“No, I mean,” I cleared my throat, “I like wearing your panties.”

She looked me in the eyes for what seemed like hours, but what was really about 10 seconds.

“You wear my panties?” she asked.

I nodded sheepishly.

“Often?”

I pursed my lips and nodded again.

“When?” she asked.

“When you aren't home mostly. I put them on and walk around the house. Sometimes Ill put some on when I get home from work and have them on under my pants and you don't know about it.” I gulped, “sometimes I masturbate while wearing them.”

She was staring into my eyes. “I was wondering why we weren't making love as much lately,” she said. “Why do you like wearing them?”

“There is no rational reason, really. I kind of feel sexy, horny, wicked, daring, feminine, special, and a hundred other emotions at the same time when I am wearing panties. I also like the way my penis looks and feels in panties.”

“Do you like other men?” she whispered.

“No. Not at all. I'm not interested in men in any way, shape, or form. I just like panties,” I answered.

“What kind of panties do you like?” she asked.

“It depends on my mood,” I said as I warmed up to the topic. “Always nylon or satin, never cotton. Sometimes sexy and daring black or see through. Other times pink or lacy and frilly feminine. Sometimes just plain, smooth satin. I've worn all of your panties at one time or another.”

“Why are you telling me about this now?” she asked.

“Telling you is a very scary step for me, but I have come to the realization that it is part of who I am.” Remembering the wet dream, “I needed to tell you before it became some kind of confrontation. I love you and I wouldn't hurt you for the world. If you want me to, I can stop wearing panties, but I cant stop wanting to or liking it. If it were up to me, I would like to include panties in our love-making and maybe some way in our daily lives. I guess what I would really like is for you to be as excited about me wearing your panties as I am.”

“Do you want to wear them always?” she asked, smiling.

“Yes. No. I don't know.” I hadn't planned on having this conversation today or anytime soon, so I wasn't prepared with all the answers.

“If you decide that you like it, and you approve. And you think it is sexy. And it turns you on. And you encourage me, I guess I would wear them almost always. I don't really like my men's underwear anyway, and I love your panties. We even wear the same size,” I said, blushing.

“Well, this is all new to me. But, I would do anything for you,” she said, “If it makes you feel better and more sexy, I don't have any problem with you wearing my panties. I guess before we can know how well I like it though, I have to see you in some of my panties.”

She went to her panty drawer and opened it.

“What is your mood today? Lace, frilly, plain, black?”

Oh my gosh! My dream come true. I will soon be in panties in front of my wife and with her consent. My heart was pounding.

“Your choice.”

She pulled out the very sexy navy blue satin pair with wide lace elastic waistband and lace insets on the high cut legs.

“How about these, for starters? They are some of my favorites and are very soft and sexy. Stand up and get out of those boxers and let me find out how my man looks in panties,” she said.

I stood up and took off my white boxers. My penis was standing at attention. I took the panties from my lovely wife and quickly slid the high waistband into position. I felt very proud.

She walked up and felt my hard penis through the panties, turned me around and rubbed my ass, turned me back around, stepped back and said, “I have to admit, they do look good on you. Much sexier than your boxers. And, your penis shows how much you like them. I think I like them, too. I tell you what, why don't you go put on some pants and a shirt and I will take you out for a quiet dinner.”

“With the panties on?” I asked with a huge smile on my face

“Of course, silly, although the lace on these may show a little over your pants. But, I do like the way you look and feel. You like the way you look and feel. And if you are going to start wearing them 'almost always' you might as well start now. Since we will both be dressing from the same panty drawer from now on, after dinner we will go panty shopping and you can pick out your favorites for us. Oh, by the way, leave your shirt untucked so I can slip my hand down and feel your pantied ass and maybe even catch a glimpse of your panties when you bend over.”

She felt the front of her panties where a wet spot was developing, “I can already tell that I'm going to like this. I've got plans for you when we get home.”