PANTY STORY # 189
 
 

My wife had left home Monday morning on a week-long business trip. I was getting ready for bed and kind of wandering around our home aimlessly Monday night, missing her. I walked past the closet and glanced in. I noticed her nightgown lying on top of a pile of clothes on top of the hamper. I picked it up and felt the soft satin. I lifted it to my nose and could smell the scent of my lovely wife.

I have always slept in the nude. When we first got married my wife commented something like, “how could you sleep with nothing on?”

I told her that it felt good to me and I liked having nothing on and that she should try it now that we were married. She tried it for a few months, but never got comfortable with it. Gradually she moved back to wearing a nightgown, and eventually evolved to wearing a nightgown and panties. Even if we made love at night, she would put her panties back on to sleep.

I looked down and, not surprisingly saw her bright blue panties from the night before lying on top of the other clothes. I picked them up and looked at them.

Since we knew that we wouldn't be seeing each other for 5 days, we had spent quite a lot of time making love Sunday night. When we were finished, she had stepped out of bed briefly, put on her night gown and panties, then got back in bed and we snuggled ourselves to sleep.

As I was looking at her crumpled panties, I brought them to my nose and took a long smell. Her pussy had made her panties so wet that I got a nose full of her sex. But, there was something more. I looked inside the crotch of the panties and saw quite a crusty mess. My come had mixed with hers. I looked closer. Being under the nightgown in the hamper, the mixture of come had not quite dried all of the way yet.

I brought my nose to the crotch and sniffed again. The mixture of our sex was so powerful, I felt like I had just sniffed narcotics. The sensors in my brain were on overload. I was seeing stars. My hands were shaking. I stuck out my tongue and licked the crotch.

What was I doing? I was holding my wife's panties and nightgown and getting a hard-on. I licked the crotch again. What an incredible taste! The taste of my wife's pussy was unmistakable, but to add the taste of my own come was intoxicating.

I needed more sensation.

I quickly stripped off all of my clothes and left them in a pile on the floor. I stepped into her panties and slowly pulled them up to my waist. As my penis became engulfed in her panties it hardened and tried to push the panties out. They were very soft and satiny, but also stretchy. They held my hard penis tight against my stomach. I could feel the dampness between my legs. I closed my eyes and thought of my wife as I ran my hands over my satiny ass. I stroked my penis through the panties. I opened my eyes and looked at myself in the full-length mirror. I was kind of dizzy, but liked what I saw.

I bent over and picked up my wife's nightgown and held it to my nose, again. I could smell her. I rubbed the smooth cloth. I could feel her. I looked in the mirror. I wanted to be her.

I slowly slipped the full-length nightgown over my head. As it slid down over my body, I shuddered so hard I almost fell down. My hands involuntarily caressed my breasts and ass. I looked in the mirror and could see the panties through the sheer material.

I slowly walked to my wife's side of the bed and pulled back the covers. I lay down and buried my face in her pillow. As I moved around on the bed the satin of the panties moved against the nightgown. Is this why my wife always dresses for bed? Does it make her this horny, also? I started moving my hips. Does she secretly masturbate every night because it feels this good?

I rolled over and bent my knees and moved my legs wide apart and visualized myself being my wife getting ready to accept my penis. I reached down and masturbated the crotch of the panties, like I envisioned my wife would. I felt my engorged clitoris. I began stroking it. I came in buckets all over the panties, her nightgown and myself. I rolled over and went to sleep.

When I awoke the next morning I thought I had had an incredible dream. But the slightest movement reminded me that I was wearing a nightgown and panties. My penis was hard, and there was a wet spot on the bed. My sub-conscious took over and my hips started moving. I began fucking the wet spot. It wasn't long before I came again. I lay there drenched in my come with my head spinning.

It was a workday and I knew I had to get up. I reluctantly got out of bed. I liked the way that the nightgown caressed my body as I walked. I even liked the wetness of the panties as the come slid down to my balls. I headed for the kitchen to make some coffee. I wanted to stay in the nightgown and panties for the rest of my life.

I walked back into the bedroom. As I passed the mirror, I stopped and looked. This isn't usually what I looked like in the morning, but I had a satisfied, content look on my face. There was also quite a lot of come on the nightgown. I pulled it up and looked at my penis in the panties. I liked the way it looked. But, there was quite a lot of come in the panties, too.

This was something I was going to have to deal with before Friday. How to handle the come-stained nightgown and panties? I really had made quite a mess, and based upon the way I felt there would probably be more mess before Friday. My wife would surely notice the come stains. I could wash them, but I had never washed my wife's lingerie before. She might wonder what was up.

I took off the nightgown and panties and got into the shower. I started to feel normal again. What was normal, anyway? Who says it isn't OK for men to wear the soft nightgowns and panties? What if I just told my co-workers and family and just got it out in the open. Would I then be able to wear her lovely underwear again?

I shook my head violently. What am I thinking?

I got out of the shower and brushed my teeth and shaved. I walked to my dresser and took out some jockey shorts and put them on. I looked in the mirror and frowned. I walked to the hamper again and dug a little deeper. I found some bright pink panties bordered in lace. I smelled the crotch. They smelled of my wife's pussy.

I took off my jockey shorts and pulled the lacy pink panties on and looked in the mirror again. That's it! I am going to wear these to work today. But only today! No more after that, it is too dangerous. I quickly put on a white shirt and my suit before I changed my mind. I looked in the mirror. I could see a little of the lace through my shirt. Who cares, I thought as I put on my suit coat. I grabbed a cup of coffee and headed out the door.

I couldn't keep my mind off my panties on the drive to work. I opened my zipper, put my hand in and felt the lacy panties. Was my dick going to be hard for the rest of my life, I wondered? I took my hand out and zipped up.

I had to feel them again, so I un-zipped and felt the lace again. I decided to leave them un-zipped for the rest of my commute so I could reach in often.

I walked to my desk, greeting co-workers along the way. Was I walking differently? I could feel my slacks rubbing against the panties. Did it make my walk more feminine? I felt the lace on my legs. Could people tell that I was wearing pink lace panties? I just smiled to myself.

I went to the bathroom to get a better look at the panties again. I locked myself in a stall. I reached down to un-zip my pants and they were already unzipped! How did that happen? Oh, God! The car. I had been walking around all morning with my zipper down! Had anyone seen the pink lace? It wouldn't leave any doubt in someone's mind that I was wearing women's panties if they saw the bright pink lace through my open zipper.

I went back to my desk. Was everyone smiling at me? Was that a sly smile on my secretary's face? Could they see the lace waistband through my shirt? Oh, geeze. What have I done? I couldn't think and I could barely breathe. I had to get out of there.

I told my secretary I wasn't feeling well and was going home to go to bed. She said I looked pale and that I should get all snuggly and eat some chicken soup and go to bed. What did she mean by that? I sped all the way home.

I ran into the bedroom and quickly took off my suit. I grabbed a clean nightgown from my wife's closet and slid it over my body. I started to calm down a little.

I lay down on the bed. All right, I am going to have to get to grips with this. I either have to figure out how I can function with panties on, or I am going to have to stop wearing panties and nightgowns!

Stop wearing them is the rational choice, I thought. I got up and took off the nightgown and panties. I carefully re-hung the nightgown where I had found it and stuffed the panties down in the hamper. I put on a t-shirt and jockey shorts and went into the kitchen. Finally some sanity, I thought! I made a sandwich, but couldn't eat it. I just sat there dreaming of the panties. OK, maybe I could just wear them during lunch. Then I will take them back off for good.

I went back into the bedroom. If this was going to be the last time in panties, let's at least get some clean ones. I went to my wife's dresser and opened 3 drawers before I found her panty drawer. My God! Where did she get all of these? I started taking them out and putting them on the bed. There were all colors and styles. I smelled the crotches. They all smelled perfumey and clean. There was one of those little smelly bag sachet things in the drawer.

I picked out a red pair and put them on. I looked in the mirror, and smiled. I took them back off and put on a white see-through thong that I found. OK, but I like the briefs and bikinis better. I ended up trying on each pair and rubbing my penis. I eventually settled on a black lace pair. Yes, I thought, these are very nice. I noticed some more red and black lace in the drawer. I pulled it out of the drawer. It was her garter belt! This is pretty cool, I thought! I put it around my waist and looked in the mirror. Very sexy for lunch, I thought. I took off the panties and snapped the garter belt on and let the hooks dangle. As I moved they tapped my legs. I put the panties back on.

I went to the closet for a nightgown. No, I am a little dressier with the garter belt; maybe I should wear a sexy slip. I found her slips and pulled on a ¾ length black one. Back to the mirror. Looking good! But something is missing. I felt the garter snaps tap my legs. Oh, what the hell, I thought as I found some smoke stockings.

I had watched my wife put on her stockings enough that I knew exactly what to do. I bunched up the stockings and slowly worked them up my legs, making sure the seams were straight in the back.

I have never been in lingerie before and now after 24 hours I am hooked. I looked around the bedroom. There was lingerie everywhere. OK. I am going to take a quick nap, get up, take off the lingerie I have on, and put everything away. I laid down on my wife's side of the bed and fell deep asleep.

In my dream I am wearing lingerie. The same outfit that I fell asleep in. Someone is massaging my ass through the slip and panties. She is feeling the garter belt and stockings. She is moaning in my ear, “These feel good on you.”

She removes her hands from my ass and snuggles up behind me in the spoon position. Her hand moves to the front and she feels my hard penis through the slip and panties. She begins stroking my penis. My penis grows and my hips start involuntarily twitching. I can feel the satin move on my penis.

“Sometimes when I masturbate, I think of what it would feel like to have a penis,” she whispers. “This is what it would feel like stroking my own penis through my slip and panties.”

She reaches under the slip and feels my penis sticking out of the panties. Her fingers trace the lace and bows of the garter belt and feel the tops of my stockings. In my dream I am nearing orgasm. Her hand moves back to my penis and she continues stroking.

As the first shot of my climax hits my stomach my eyes snap open as I awaken. The climax is not only in the dream, it is real. I feel the hot come hit me and I feel the stroking of my penis. It isn't my hand. I look over my shoulder and my wife is looking back at me with a big smile on her face and a glazed look in her eyes. She is still stroking me as I cum and cum in the panties. My mouth opens and I freeze in position.

“I, I, I,” I stammer.

“It's all right,” she replies.

“I, I,” I stammer, again.

“Shhhhhhh, it's ok,” she says while pulling her hand out from under the slip. “I have something for you.”

She raises her hand to my face. It is full of my come.

“Here, you know you want it.”

I stick out my tongue and slowly lap at her hand.

“That's a good boy,” she says. “The conference was canceled. I thought I would come home early and surprise you when you got home from work. You can imagine my own surprise when I came home and lingerie was everywhere. I was furious until I recognized it as my own. I snuck into the bedroom and saw you laying here, alone and asleep, in slip, panties and stockings. I slowly stripped and put on my nightgown, which I found full of come. I checked the blue panties I had taken off yesterday morning and found them equally full of come. I smelled them both. I don't see or smell any evidence of another woman.”

“No,” I groaned.

“Just you and panties and nightgowns and slips and semen,” she says. “It seems you have had quite a time.”

“Yes,” I reply.

“Well, in addition to a husband, it looks like I have a new very friendly girlfriend,” she says. “You know that we will have to talk about this more. I can't wait to find out how this happened and how long it has been going on. But for now, since you are dressed like a girl, would you be a nice little lesbian and lick your girlfriend's pussy? As you will see, I have become very horny.”

She turned around and hiked up her nightgown, pulled her blue come filled panties aside and planted her very wet pussy on my lips.

“This is my first experience with another girl, so make it a good one,” she said.