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- Herausgeber: Between the Two
- Kategorie: Erotik
- Sprache: Englisch
There’s nothing I love better than slipping on a pair of my wife’s panties. Jeannie’s pretty small, but her panties stretch. That’s the great thing about panties: they’re so accommodating. They don’t judge. They wrap you up and caress you. My wife is like that, too. She knows all about my love of panties. She knows all, sees all, and she doesn’t mind one bit. This collection contains as six sexy stories in the “Wearing My Wife’s Panties” series!
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2019
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Wearing My Wife’s Sexy Lingerie
© February 2019 Gia Maria Marquez
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Wearing My Wife’s Sexy Lingerie
Six Erotic Stories
By Gia Maria Marquez
1. Wearing My Wife’s Pink Leopard Print Panties
2. Wearing My Wife’s Blue Bikini Bottoms
3. Wearing My Wife’s Crotchless Thong
4. Wearing My Wife’s Stretchy Underwear
5. Wearing My Wife’s Fishnet Pantyhose
6. Wearing My Wife’s Lace Lingerie
Wearing My Wife’s Pink Leopard Print Panties
There’s nothing I love better than slipping on a pair of my wife’s panties. Jeannie’s pretty small, but her panties stretch.
That’s the great thing about panties. They’re so accommodating. They don’t judge. They wrap you up and caress you.
My wife is like that, too. She knows all about my love of panties. She knows all, sees all, and she doesn’t mind one bit. Even when I stretch out a favourite pair of hers, she’ll just laugh and say, “Oh well. Gives me an excuse to go shopping for more.”
Sometimes we shop for panties together. In public, I get to act like the goofy husband who loves his wife in sexy lingerie. And I do love her in sexy lingerie! Don’t get me wrong. Jeannie is hot as hell. Her mother’s Vietnamese, so she’s got that long black shiny hair going for her. Like I said before, she’s pretty small. She’s got great features and a killer body. If you could see her in black lace, I swear to god, you’d be trying to steal her away from me for sure.
But I don’t think you could steal her away. We’ve got a strong bond. An intimate bond. We can tell each other anything. Not saying our marriage is perfect—no marriage is—but ours is pretty damn great.
And she lets me wear her panties. How’s that for a bonus?
When I was getting ready for work the other day, she brought a pair of panties out of her underwear drawer. Even though they were just cotton, the panties were pretty cute. They had this wild pink leopard print and hot pink elastic around the leg holes and waistband. As if you’d ever see a pink leopard in the wild!
“What do you think of these babies?” she asked me.
“I like ‘em,” I said.
She held them out for me and said, “You should wear them to work today.”
Now, that was a first! Usually, when I wear Jeannie’s panties, it’s just around the house. Most often, it’s just around the bedroom. But sometimes she’ll tell me to put on panties and wash the dishes or vacuum the carpet. There’s nothing hotter than being told to do domestic labour when you’re wearing your wife’s panties.
So it threw me for a loop when Jeannie instructed me to wear her panties to work. Wear them all day. Out of the house.
This would be a big leap forward. For me. For us. For the panties!
I knew what it was like to put on panties, but I didn’t know how it would feel to wear them all day long at the office. Imagine sitting in a client meeting, knowing you’ve got your wife’s panties on under your trousers. Slightly embarrassed? Slightly titillated? My little secret. No one at work would ever guess.
So, why not? What the hell. Might as well go for it!
I pulled on Jeannie’s pink leopard pattern panties and she watched while the cotton cradled my cock. I could feel the elastics digging in already, but that was the price of looking good.
“Well?” I asked, giving a little twirl. Nothing but me in my wife’s pink panties. “What do you think?”
“Wow,” she said. “I’m impressed. They look better on you than they do on me.”
“Impossible!” I told her.
She directed my attention to the full-length mirror. My cock created a nice big bulge at the front, though the busy leopard pattern made it less visible than if I’d put on a pair of plain panties.
Still, Jeannie knew just where to look. Just where to touch, too. She cupped her hand around my balls and gave a good squeeze. That got a reaction. A pretty massive one, actually.
We both watched our reflections in the mirror as she stroked my rod. Not inside the panties. On top. She kept her hand on the outside so I could feel the soft, stretchy cotton against my shaft.
“Jeannie,” I moaned. “We don’t have time. I need to get ready for work!”
“You mean you don’t even have time for a quick one?” she begged.
“A quick what?” I asked.
“Just a handjob. Nothing special.”
I kissed her hair before saying, “Everything’s special with you, babe.”
She looked at my reflection in the mirror and rolled her eyes, then winked. She hadn’t stopped stroking my dick, and she wasn’t about to. I knew my wife. She wouldn’t stop until she got me off.
“If I come in your panties, I can’t wear them to work.”
“You could,” she mused.
I raised an eyebrow. “It would be very uncomfortable.”
“Wet,” she said.
“Messy.”
“Slick.”
“Sloppy.”
She pretty much growled when she said, “Hot.”
I laughed. “Cold, when it dries.”
My wife stroked my dick even faster, using her whole hand, flat, on the fabric. Maybe that’s what she meant by “hot.” In fact, it was starting to get very hot.
“Wow,” I said. “Not sure I can handle much more of that. You’re about to start a campfire in my panties.”
“Sorry,” she said. “I’ll put out the fire.”
Jeannie licked her hand and shoved it inside the underpants. She brought out my dick and didn’t stop stroking. Made my knees tremble, what she was doing. Hard to believe this was my wife.
How many guys have a life like mine? A wife who advises you to wear her panties to work, then insists on giving you a handjob before you leave the house?
Jeannie’s less a wife than an angel. An angel of sex and sharing lingerie.
“Look at this cock,” she said, directing my gaze to the mirror. “Look at this stiff shaft. Look at that gleaming cockhead. It’s like satin, that thing. Look at this smooth, soft skin. If I wasn’t already dressed, I’d fuck you myself.”
