PANTY STORY # 184
 
 

As we were driving to dinner, my wife said, “So, my man in panties, huh? I can’t get over it. Open your zipper and let me see my panties again.” “While I’m driving?” I asked.

“Yes, and open your belt, too. I want to get the full effect,” she said while staring at my crotch.

With one hand, I unhooked my belt, unbuttoned my pants and unzipped my zipper. I pulled my pants open and slid them down a little. I held up my shirt and looked down.

I couldn’t believe it here I was driving down the street with my pants ½ down showing my wife her own beautiful lace and satin panties on me. The satin was smooth and the lace side panel was showing a peek-a-boo of my very hard penis.

“Is this really happening, or is this just another dream?” I asked my wife.

“Oh, it is really happening,” she answered, “What is it that you like best about wearing my panties?”

I looked down at my hard penis in her panties again, “I think that it is because it is about sex and it is forbidden, and therefore clandestine and dangerous. I mean, what if people saw some lace? Would they immediately know I was wearing panties? What would they think? What if they thought they saw a woman’s panty line or ruffles through my trousers? Would they care?” My penis continued to grow. “What do you think about me wearing your panties?”

“I’m not sure why, but I’m really loving it! Look at my own panties,” she said while holding up her skirt.

I looked over and there was a very wet spot developing on the front of her panties.

“Do you want to get caught?” she asked.

“No. Uh, yes. Well sometimes. No, I don’t think I actually want to get caught. It is just the danger of getting caught that makes it exciting,” I replied.

“What is your favorite kind of panty to wear?”, she asked.

“It depends on what I am doing. If I am wearing them under pants, I like something to remind me that I am wearing them. Some lace against my waist or inside of my legs. A tight crotch holding my balls. Stretchy lace that holds me in a way that BVD’s don’t. High cut legs so I can feel my slacks against my hips and butt in a way that I don’t feel it in my own underwear. Just something to remind me that I have panties on when I move. If I am laying around the house alone just wearing panties, no slacks, I like some very soft satin or silk that I can rub on my penis and ass.”

“I am just so excited about you sharing your panty interest with me,” she said. “I think it is really daring and wicked for us to wear the same panties. And, you won’t have to be alone now to wear them around the house. We can lay around the house in panties together. It will add some spice to both of our lives. It will also be fun for me to think of you dressed in panties while at your job. I may just stay wet all the time! Do you think it would be all right for me to pick out your panties daily so I can visualize your hard penis in them all day?” she asked while pointing at my crotch.

“Absolutely!” I replied.

“How do you masturbate with panties on?” she asked.

Normally this isn’t something that I would feel comfortable talking about, but we had already put an awful lot of new information on the table. “Sometimes I just rub the panty against my penis while laying on my back. Sometimes I lay on my stomach and move my hips to rub my penis against the panty. Sometimes I stand in front of the full length mirror and stroke my penis to climax while I watch.”

“But, I’ve never seen come stains in my panties,” she said.

“I am always careful to come into Kleenex or toilet tissue. You know, I have been trying to hide this from you in the past.”

“Would you want to come in my panties if it were ok with me?” she asked.

“Sure!” I said with a huge smile on my face.

“Well it is ok with me. I have a confession, also. I come in my panties all the time.”

I was just staring at her.

“Yes. In addition to masturbating naked for you while we are in bed together, I masturbate sometimes when you aren’t around also. And, when I do, I always masturbate while wearing panties. I love the way they feel when they get all gooey and wet. Do you ever get my panties out of the hamper?”

“Yes.” I whispered.

“Do you smell the crotch?”

I nodded.

“Haven’t you wondered why, sometimes, they smell so much like pussy? It is because I have been masturbating in them, silly. I love my panties, too. I have to admit that sometimes even I like to smell my wet panties and lick my wet fingers.”

“Th-this is incredible,” I stammered.

“Look, now I am too excited to eat. Can we just go right to the lingerie store? I want to do some serious panty shopping then get home for the fashion show,” she said.

“S-s-sure.” I stammered again. It seems I had unleashed some pent-up sexual emotions in my wife.

We went to the lingerie section at Saks. My head was swimming with what was happening. My wife was on a mission.

“Come over here for a second. You said that we wear the same size,” my wife said, none too quietly. “Well then we wear size 6.”

She lifted up my untucked shirt and looked at the navy lace showing over the top of my pants. “I think if you are going to wear them too, we should get the high-waisted. I like the way the lace peeks out of your pants, plus there is more room for your hard penis.”

I pushed my shirt down and looked around quickly. “Do you think we should show people that I am wearing panties?” I asked.

“Oh, don’t be silly. I’m sure you are not the first man to wear his wife’s panties. Besides, I think showing the lace proves you are not afraid of your masculinity and seeing the lace is sexy. If you are going to wear my panties, I want to be able to see them.”

“O.K.” I said.

“Do you like my lacy panties?”

I nodded.

“Then, I think this first shopping trip will be for lacy, feminine panties. Is that OK with you?” she asked.

“Yes,” I said smiling.

At that moment a sales lady came over. “May I help you?” she asked.

“Yes,” my wife answered while nodding in my direction smiling, “We are in the market for some of your best panties. We need high waisted size 6 and we would like to have them with lots of lace.”

The sales lady looked at me. I hadn’t counted on this. I just nodded.

She showed us a rack of beautiful panties. She pulled off a pair that had lace in front with a satin back and lace around the legs and waist.

My wife held them up to herself and said, “What do you think?”

My throat had gone dry and I croaked out, “I like them.”

“Here,” she said, “you hold them up and let me see what they look like.”

I took the panties and held them in front of me. I looked down and, if possible, my penis got harder.

“Oh, I love them”, my wife said. “Let’s get some more!”

She proceeded to find 6 more pair. Each time she would have me hold them in front of me, then carry them around. The sales lady just kept looking at me out of the corner of her eyes. At each display, my wife would put her purse down on the floor. Then as we moved on she would have me bend over and pick it up. I had forgotten about wearing the navy panties until after about 4 times picking up my wife’s purse. I’m sure that the sales lady had seen the wide lace over my pants.

At the check-out my wife said, “Let me pay for these, it’ll be my treat!”

In the parking lot my wife said, “My gosh, that was so sexy you holding up all of those panties. What do you think the sales lady thought? I am so turned on, look at my panties!”

She held up her skirt. The crotch and front of her panties were soaked. “God, I can smell my own pussy. Can you?”

I nodded.

Her fingers instinctively went to her crotch. “I know you are not used to seeing me masturbate, but I can’t wait to get home, I have to come right here and now in my panties.”

She started rubbing her clit through her panties while I watched. “I don’t know why I am so excited about you in panties. But, I am. Open your pants again like you did on the way to the store.”

I was breathing heavily but complied. My penis was as hard as it had ever been. My wife was staring at my pantied crotch.

Just then she screamed, “Oh God, Oh God, I’m coming.”

I looked over and she put her fingers in her mouth and pulled her panties tight against her pussy. It was twitching and contracting.

“Oh, my God, that was sexy!” I said as she calmed down.

She looked over at me with a wicked smile on her face and said, “Your turn.”

She stripped off her panties then leaned over and put her pussy juice covered panties around behind the back of my neck and held them under my nose. She had my penis trapped beneath her stomach as she reached between us and stroked it through the panties with her right hand.

She whispered in my ear, “I love the way our panties feel and look on you. And I love the way my pussy juice covered panties smell. Maybe when we get home we can share some masturbating techniques with panties on. But, let me feel you come in our panties right now first.”

I leaned back and blew my load right there in the parking lot.