PANTY STORY # 193
 
 

My first wife was very young when I married her. So was I. We "played married" for a couple of years. The sex was great, but as it turned out we really didn't have much in common. We were drifting apart.

I had been raised as an only child and moved a lot. I just didn't share my feelings very much. She had been raised in a large family and still lived in her hometown. There were no secrets between her and her family.

One night, while we were sitting in the living room, she said, "You never talk to me!"

I looked over at her. "Sure I do," I said. "I talk to you all the time."

"No, I mean REALLY talk to me."

"Like what?" I asked.

"You never tell me anything really personal. Tell me something personal that you have never told anyone else," she replied.

I knew our marriage was falling apart. I foolishly thought maybe if I shared my innermost secrets maybe I could keep it together.

"All right. I like women's underwear."

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"Just what I said. I like women's underwear. I like catching glimpses of lace and satin. A flash of a panty under a skirt makes me hard. I watch for panties under tables in restaurants, at work, any place that there are women sitting. Seeing the tops of stockings and a garter belt can put me over the edge. I check out every bottom I can see to try to figure out what kind of panty they are wearing. I fantasize about what kind of girl would wear each kind of panty that I can identify. I can't believe that girls don't know that their panties show through their tight pants."

"We know, and we know that men look," she said. "But, that helps explain all of the lingerie that you have bought me. Do you even watch my ass and try to look up my skirts?"

"Yes."

"What about my sisters?"

"Yes."

"My friends?"

"Uh, huh."

"My mother?" she demanded.

Her mother wore some very sexy undergarments, and flashed me unmercifully. Gulp. "Yes."

"You check out my mother's panty lines and look up her skirt?"

I nodded.

"Jesus! What, exactly, do you think of when you are looking up our skirts and seeing our stockings and panties?"

Well, I thought, I can't get much deeper in trouble. OK, you want personal, here goes.

"I think of feeling them, smelling them, and wearing them."

She sat staring at me with her mouth open. "Are you interested in the panties, or what is in them?" she finally asked.

I cleared my throat. "The panties," I replied.

"And you think of feeling them, smelling them, and wearing them?" she asked.

"Um, hmm," I replied.

"Have you worn my panties?"

I nodded.

She moved her legs apart a little on the couch. She was wearing white lace panties. She scooted forward a little and her skirt rode up. I was staring between her legs. I could see her pubic bush through the sheer panties.

"Now, let me get this straight. This excites you?" she asked.

I made a gesture at the growing bulge in my pants.

"Not because you want to make love with me. But because you want to feel, smell, and even wear my panties?"

Things weren't going very well.

"Of course I want to make love with you," I replied. "But your panties excite me, too."

She dropped her hands to her lap. She slowly pulled her skirt up to her waist. She put her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and slowly stripped them off. She held them out to me.

"Show me what you do with them," she said.

I reached out and took them from her with my trembling hands. I looked her in the eyes. She had an intense look. I looked back at the panties. My mind kind of left me. I felt the lacy side panels. My penis continued to grow. I felt the satiny rear panel. I looked at the inside of the crotch. There was a small wet spot. I closed my eyes and slowly brought the crotch to my nose. I took a deep sniff. My penis pushed hard at my zipper. I rubbed the satin on my cheek. I sniffed the crotch again.

Suddenly I remembered my wife sitting there. I opened my eyes and looked at her. Her expression hadn't changed. I just sat there with the panties under my nose.

"Well, is that it?" she asked.

I shook my head.

"Well, let me see what else you do."

I looked at her. All of my cards were on the table, and it looked like a losing hand. I took off my shoes, socks, pants, and underwear. I pulled her lacy panties up to my waist. My penis was pressing hard against them. I slowly rubbed my penis through her panties. I was hard as a rock, but was intentionally not progressing. I looked at my wife. She was looking from my face to her panties and back to my face. I closed my eyes and thought about the situation. Here I was in my living room, in my wife's panties, with her watching. Oh what the hell. I moved my legs apart and began rubbing a little faster. I looked at my wife. The bitch had a smirk on her face. 'Fuck you,' I thought. I came in buckets into her panties.

"You know our marriage is over," she said finally.

"Yea, I know," I replied.

She got up and went up to our room. I slept on the couch in her come filled panties. The next day she moved back to her parent's house.

A few weeks later I got a call from her oldest sister, Trish. She wanted to come and see me.

She came over to the house after dinner and sat in the living room. I got us both a glass of wine and we sat down. I noticed right away that she was wearing a short skirt. The way that she sat, her blue panties showed immediately.

"I was sorry to hear that you and Pam were getting a divorce," she said. Her legs moved a little apart.

"Thanks. I think we were too young and stupid when we got married," I replied. "We have been drifting apart for awhile."

She scooted forward a little. Her panties were clearly visible. I was staring at her crotch. I looked in her eyes, she was smiling.

"Pam told us about you," she said.

"What do you mean?"

She scooted forward a little more. My eyes were drawn to her crotch. She spread her legs a little more. There was a dark spot developing between her legs.

"That you like panties," she replied.

Oh my God. "The little bitch!" I said.

"It is ok. It is why I am here," she said. "All the others were laughing, except for me and Mom and Dad. We were blushing, but trying to look like we don't approve."

Oh shit! She told the whole fucking family!

"My panties got wet when she was telling us. See, they are wet now," she said.v She scooted to the edge of the couch, spread her legs wide, and held up her skirt. The wet spot was growing by the second.

"Dad was under the sink fixing a leak several years ago and I could see that he was wearing lacy, pink panties under his jeans. There was no mistaking it, every time he moved I could see lace and satin. I didn't say anything but asked Mom about it later. She was very forthright when she explained the fetish to me. She says they both like it and no one gets hurt. They have been swapping panties for almost their whole marriage. He doesn't know that I know. Mom says that I am the only other person that knows about it. Now you do, too. I got excited about it and always wanted to find a man that was willing to play with panties. I've tried to get several of my boyfriends to wear my panties. Some will, but none have enjoyed it and kept it up. Mom says not to worry, I will find some sensitive man that will enjoy panties. She also told me last week that she knew about you even before Pam did. She could tell by the way you were always checking her panties out. She even dressed special for you sometimes, and even flashed you on purpose occasionally. I told her that I was coming to see you about it. She sent you a present."

She reached into her purse and pulled out a garter panty and handed it to me.

"She likes you, and frankly, none of us ever understood what you saw in Pam. Mom said that she thought these were some of your favorites."

I could smell her scent as soon as she passed it to me. I could picture the times that I had seen these on her mother. I brought it to my nose.

"My God," I said. "Her scent is so strong!"

"She wore them for the last two days for you. She will be pleased that you like them."

We knew that there was no way that we could have a romantic relationship so we just ended up having a 'panty' relationship for several years. Trish's curiosity was endless. She loved to dress me up and make love to me. Sometimes she would call and want to go out for drinks. I would always wear panties out on those dates. We would then end up back at my house and spend the night together in panties. She gave me many pair of her own panties, and we are still friends.

For the first few years after the divorce, I got several calls from Pam's girlfriends. It became very apparent that Pam had been telling everyone about my fetish. At first I was very pissed off at her.

The girls always made some excuse for us to get together. I think they were curious. I just started being amused. Most of the time that the girls would wear revealing clothing and flash their panties at me. I would always reward them with stares at their crotches.

Most of our dates didn't go beyond their flashing me and me getting hard. We didn't talk about my love of panties and they didn't seem to want anything other than to see if their puss could still get a guy hard. That was OK with me as I did get to see quite a number of very nice panties over those years.

Every once in a while, a very special girl would call. I never knew which call it would be, so I would always wear panties myself to our get-togethers. We would usually start off with a few drinks for her to build her courage. Then the flashing would begin. Usually I would look up from my panty staring to see her watching me with a smile on her face. Occasionally I would catch her 'absent mindedly' brushing the front of her panties with her fingers.

"Are you staring at my panties?" she would ask.

"You know I am," I would reply. "Do you like showing them to me?"

"Yes," she would say. "Would you like to see them up closer?"

We would usually end up back at my place. They would always squeal when they undressed me and found me in panties. I am not sure what it is about some girls, but some love to see men in panties. We would always end up doing wild things with panties. I would ask if they learned about me from Pam. She evidently had become vindictive towards me because all of the girls would tell me that she had told them about my love of panties in a not too flattering manner. Little did she know that she was actually trolling for dates for me.

Many of the people that we had known as a couple avoided me after the divorce. I'm sure that everyone knew, so I had to make a choice. Instead of being embarrassed, I chose to become OK with my panty fetish. I really don't care who knows. If they couldn't deal with it then I would be around people that could.

Most of the girls with whom I enjoyed panty play stayed in my life for quite a while. They seemed to like the diversion. We would go out occasionally and I would wear shorts with panties underneath. I always made sure to wear panties that left no doubt that I was wearing female underwear. Bright colors with lots of lace and satin. We would both try to identify a likely female candidate. Usually a particular girl that was with a group of other girls. We would try to find a high-topped table where we could be facing our victim. I would make eye contact with the victim and make sure that she knew I was interested. My date would watch the process. I would then make sure that my legs and shorts were positioned in such a way that our victim could look up my shorts and see my panties.

Girls are no different than guys. They will try to catch a look up a guy's shorts whenever they can. My date would usually get in to the act also and position herself so that our victim could see her panties also.

It never failed. Soon our victim would notice my panties. I could follow her eyes and see that she had looked up my shorts. She would usually look away, try to compose herself, then look up my shorts again. Many times she would then look at my date and even up her skirt. Our victim would be getting panty shots from both of us. The victim would usually look up to our faces. We would both be looking her in the eyes and smiling. We would usually wiggle our legs a little to get her attention focused at our crotches, then give her an even better shot. Sometimes she would then try to nonchalantly tell a friend about what she saw. We would always turn away and talk between us and pretend that nothing was going on. Sometimes this would go on for a while with the friend never seeing our panties. But, as soon as the friend wasn't looking we would give the victim another panty shot.

Other times our victim would understand immediately and silently agree to play our game. She would position herself where we could get a view of her panties, then slowly open her legs for us. We loved it. A few even went to the rest room and removed her panties then returned to give us a full beaver shot. One even reached into her purse and left her panties on our table as she walked past leaving the bar.

I don't wear panties all of the time, but I do like to wear them for fun every once in awhile.

I met Jennifer at a business conference. I just looked up and she was right next to me. I liked her right away. It may even have been love at first sight. In any event I fell in love with her before I had a chance to talk with her about panties. I thought of giving up my fetish, but knew that I would be living a lie, besides, an awful lot of women had seen me in panties, and many were still around as friends. Jen was sure to hear about it sometime. I knew I had to be careful with Jen because when I told my first wife it didn't go so well. I decided to tell her on my birthday.

Jen called and said she wanted to take me out for a quiet dinner on my birthday. She would be at my house at 6:30 and we would share a bottle of champagne and open my birthday presents.

At 6:30 sharp the doorbell rang. I opened the door and she was stunning. She had on a tight skirt that had a slit up the side. I let her in and as she passed me I saw the tops of some stockings and a pink strap from a garter belt. I looked at her ass and could see the outline of panties (with lace and bows?) and garter belt. My dick sprang to attention.

I opened the champagne that she had brought and we each had a glass.

She handed me a gift and said, "Here, I thought you might want to wear this tonight."

I opened the gift and there was a beautiful silk shirt. "Of course I'll wear it, I love it," I said.

She handed me another gift and said, "Maybe you can wear this, too?"

It was a white, gauzy pair of slacks. "This is great! Sure I will wear them."

She handed me a small box and said, "I'm not sure if you will like this, but will you wear these, too?"

I took the small box and opened it. Inside were a pair of pink and white, satin and lace panties. I took them out of the box. They had delicate bows around the waist and at the legs. I looked up at her.

She had a sheepish smile on her face. "They match mine," she said as she pulled open her skirt.

She was wearing identical panties and matching garter belt. Her panties had a wet spot developing.

"I, I," I stuttered.

"I have a fetish," she said. "I would like you to wear panties for me. Is that OK? Before you say anything, please try them on."

I put down the box and took off my clothes. I slowly put the panties on and pulled them up to my waist. I was in heaven, and my penis showed it.

"Try on the shirt and pants, too," she said.

I put on the silk shirt and pulled on the gauze pants.

"The shirt is made to leave the tails out," she said.

I left the tails out. I walked to the mirror and looked. I could plainly see the panties through the gauze pants. The white lace stood out from the pink panty. And the bows left no doubt about what I was wearing. I lifted the shirttails and the lacy waistband was above my pants. I turned around.

She was smiling at me. "Is it OK? Do you like your new outfit?"

"Yes," I said smiling.

"I have always wanted a man that isn't afraid of his feminine side. Have I found that man?"

"Yes," I replied. I walked over to her.

She rubbed my dick and ass. "I have a confession," she began, "we didn't meet by accident."

I started to say something and she put her finger on my lips.

"I went to that conference because I knew you would be there. Trish told me. Trish and I have been friends since college. My last boyfriend was a real asshole. I was telling Trish about it and how much I would like to have a man that would have a little fun sexually. You know that she loves you."

I nodded.

"But, after Pam, there is no way that it would work out for you and Trish."

I shook my head.

"Over a few month period she told me more and more about you. She hadn't even told me your name at that point. It wasn't until I told her that I was really interested that she told me about you and lingerie. It sounded like fun to me and I got wet just thinking about my man in panties. I decided I had to meet you, she told me your name and where you would be. She knows me and knew you wouldn't mind."

I nodded.

"You know that I wouldn't have done this today if I wasn't in love with you?" she asked.

"I love you, too," I replied.

"Let's go out and show off our panties, then when we get home we can have some real fun!" she said.