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PANTY STORY # 20
Well I have been wearing panties since I was 12 years old. I also have been shaving my pubis bald since I was 18. I have been caught in panties several times by my sisters, my mother and even three different girlfriends, but only a few weeks ago, I was nailed by my wife of ten years who had absolutely no idea I wore panties.
She had left to go shopping, and was to be gone several hours. It was early a.m. and I was still in bed when she went out the door. She did awaken me before leaving to say good-bye and such. Because I was now awake with a morning woody, I felt it was a good time to dig in the old panty drawer.
Now I've been at this for many years, so I knew which ones I wanted to play with right off. First I put on this sheer almost clear white little pair of crotchless panties with a tiny blue bow on the front. I think they came from Frederick's of Hollywood. Next I always enjoy thigh highs or garters and stockings when I can, so this day I put on some white Jaclyn Smith lace top thigh highs from KMART.
Normally, I wear panties everyday, but this was a masturbation session, so I stayed in bed. With a goal in my mind, I began to glide and drag another pair of satiny tricot full-cut panties up and down on my stiffing phallus. Well I need not say the condition "it" was in, but it referenced a flag pole on the forth of July!
I had another pair of panties that I had worn the day before. I'd put them on after making love to my wife, of course when she wasn't looking. I'd worn them all day at work. They were ravishingly scented, and I had the crotch panel area that my little bare bobber had spent the day before, stretched across my face.
As I laid fully spread and sprawled across the bed, my eyes closed, my vision blocked by the panties draped across my face, sniffing them while slowly stroking my bare swollen member as it stood in full view out of the little crotchless panties, I heard my wife clear her throat!
How long had she been there? I had been going at it for at least 30 to 45 minutes, pounding and then prolonging, pounding and prolonging, making ever moment count. I was covered by nothing, fully exposed!
She turned and went in another room, as I jumped into a pair of cut-offs and followed her. I looked at her and asked if she wanted to talk about what see saw, and all she could say was that she "didn't care" and that I encouraged her to masturbate, so why should it be any different for her to know I did. She looked at me and kissed me, then she said, "Go finish, I'm going shopping ... but oh, by the way, from now on when you buy me panties ... I'm going to know they're really for you."
Well, she still doesn't know I WEAR panties, she just thinks I play with them. What can you say? I've been minding my P's and Q's nonetheless, and keeping to wearing my OWN secret stash of panties, and leaving hers alone.