Fetish - lingerie, pantyhose, stockings

It all started with what became a pet peeve: my wife was always wearing my underwear.

I did not mind at first, I thought it was cute.

I wear silk boxers and had to admit she did look good in them. They are, however, very expensive so I did not have many of them.

She had a drawer full of very nice panties. They were in lots of colors, soft as silk, mostly thongs and high cut styles. She looked very sexy in any of them, but she still wanted to wear my boxers at home.

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I soon found myself having to hunt down my underwear before I could get dressed for work. She would apologize and join me in the hunt. More than once she simply took off the ones she was wearing and that was what I wore that day.

Again at first I liked that, it felt kind of sexy. Wearing what she had just had next to her pussy kept my dick semi-hard most of the day.

Eventually the whole scenario became irritating.

We did our own laundry and I would have to search her laundry basket for my underwear so I could wash them. Not that it helped much. As soon as I put the clean ones away she would help herself to them.

The breaking point for me came on a rainy Sunday evening. I had just finished putting away my laundered clothes when she came out of the shower, and without hesitation she went to my chest of drawers and took out a pair of my black boxers and a black t-shirt and put them on.

I knew I had to bring her to her senses.

I hatched a plan.

After my shower I went to her chest of drawers and grabbed a pair of lavender, high cut panties and put them on. I had a difficult time getting into them and had to adjust my dick and balls several times, nearly giving myself a hard-on.

A quick look in the mirror confirmed how sheer the material was when stretched; my dick and balls were clearly visible.

I looked for a top to wear with them. I found a shorty gown that matched the panties and put that on. My wife is several inches shorter than me so while the gown came down below pussy level on her, on me it was just at my waist. A tuft of pubic hair was clearly visible between the panties and the top.

I looked at myself in the mirror and was not surprised to see I looked ridiculous.

Hot, maybe, but ridiculous.

I hoped it was funny enough to convince her to leave my underwear alone.

She was in the den sitting on the love seat. The TV was on but she was flipping through the pages of a magazine.

I had encountered a small problem as I walked out of the bedroom. The tightness and the silkiness of the material of the panties combined in a most delightful way, getting my dick semi-hard. The head of my dick was peeking out of the top of the panties,

I paraded past her twice before she took note of what I was wearing.

I was ready and hoping to hear an apology from her and a promise to leave my boxers alone. I was ready for her if she laughed and ignored the point behind the display. I was even ready if she got angry. But I was not ready for what she did.

She bounded out of her chair and knelt in front of me. She caressed the panties, her hand eventually running over my now rapidly engorging dick.

Her hands went behind me, grabbed my ass and pulled me to her. She began to rub her face on my crotch, kissing my now fully expanded cock through the material.

The head of my dick leapt out of the top of the panties completely and she immediately engulfed it in her mouth.

My wife is one of those that do not mind the occasional “courtesy suck” but until just now she had never seemed to really enjoy it.

I was coming close and warned her of an impending explosion. I expected her to finish me off with her hand as usual but instead she commanded me to lie on the carpet.

No sooner was I on my back that she straddled me and began to lower her boxer brief clad pussy towards my panty-clad dick.

As she descended her hands went to the opening folds of the underwear and opened them. With one hand she held the boxer shorts open; with the other she pulled my panties down, grabbed my dick and guided it through the boxer opening and into her pussy.

My dick had just made a reverse trip through my underwear.

My wife is multi-orgasmic. Normally it takes me a while to get her to her first one.

Not today.

As soon as she was fully impaled on my dick she shuddered, moaned, and fought to catch her breath.

I was glad for this since I did not think I would last long.

She sat up for a moment and reached between us to feel my cock coming out of the panties and into the boxers. After allowing a loud sigh to escape her lips she pulled my hand to the same juncture of our bodies. The sensation was so erotic that I pulled myself up to my elbows so I could see. My wife obliged by raising her body enough so we could see my dick thrusting into my shorts.

I could not hold back any longer. I lay back down and grabbed her ass. I pulled her to me hard, ready to spew. She leaned over and flipped the top up from my chest and dove at one of my tits and sucked hard.

I exploded into her. My spasms brought her to another climax. We ground our bodies into each other so hard I felt sparks would fly.

We collapsed into each other.

We recovered slowly. We did not speak. Air was too valuable.

After a few moments she stood up and headed for the bathroom.

I lay on the floor confused. I had just had one of the top five fucks in my life and did not know why. Maybe her sexy panties over my cock had somehow burst a dam of reserve in her. She appeared to relish the role reversal, taking the lead in our lovemaking, something she seldom did. Very puzzling indeed.

My wife returned with a wet washcloth.

She was nude.

She had me raise my butt off the floor and removed the love juice soaked panties I was wearing. With a soft gentle touch she used the washcloth to clean my dick and balls. When she was satisfied with her work she flipped the washcloth away and briefly inhaled my dick into her mouth.

She was sitting on her heels when I noticed she had something else in her hands.

It was a very sheer satin thong I had given her for her birthday.

She said the first words either of us had spoken since I came into the room.

“Honey, I love these. They are the best looking panties I have. But they have always been too big for me. They are now yours”.

As she was speaking she was pulling the thong up my legs, patting my butt so I would raise it until she had them on me.

As soon as they were in place she leaned over and caressed her cheeks on the material, kissing and licking it where it covered my dick. I quickly regained my hard-on while she licked and sucked through the sheer material. My balls were actually outside the panties and my wife began to softly caress them with one hand. Her other hand went up my chest and teased my nipples. I was in agony and I was in heaven.

My hand reached for her and I quickly had two fingers in her pussy

About half my panty covered dick was now in her mouth and I was about to cum.

I said to her” honey, I’m about to…”

Before I could finish she pulled hard on the thin material nestled in the crack of my ass and I just exploded.

To my delight she did not take her mouth off my dick but continued to suck through the material until I had nothing left.

“You messed up your new panties”, she giggled as she slowly crawled up my body, kissing it along the way.

My fingers never left her pussy.

When she reached my lips she gave me a fierce open mouth kiss. Even though the panty had contained my eruption I could still taste my cum in her kiss. We both moaned.

She turned her body in the opposite direction as mine and presented her naked pussy to my mouth. As I started digging into her treasure she resumed licking my dick over the panties.

I had just settled into enjoying my meal when I felt her lower the front of the panties and start licking my dick directly.

My cum covered dick.

The realization that she was eating my cum brought on a miracle of resurrection, my dick became hard again.

My newfound enthusiasm was transferred from my dick, to my mouth, to her pussy and I soon had her so distracted that she stopped sucking my dick and allowed her body to convulse with a major orgasm. My face was coated in her juices. I slowed my attack to gentle licks and kisses, allowing her to come down slowly.

She soon launched her own assault on my dick. I would have thought that my next cum would be slow in coming but I was wrong.

I sputtered a warning.

A few moments passed before I noted my warning had been ignored. I did not have the time or breath for another warning and started to shoot into her mouth.

She did not release my dick. If anything her sucking intensified. She kept on sucking until my dick started to shrink but she still was reluctant to let it go.

Slowly she turned and hovered over me, again kissing me. She parted my lips with her tongue and she fucked my mouth with it.

I felt a trail of cum slide into my mouth.

I swallowed it.

With my tongue I searched her mouth for more. Those were the most sex filled kisses of my life.

We slowly left the floor and walked hand in hand to the bathroom and into the shower.

While covering with kisses I leisurely brought her to a small climax with soapy fingers.

After the shower we were exhausted so we headed for bed.

We knew we had a lot to talk about be had decided to wait.

We stepped across each other towards the dressers, she for a pair of boxer shorts, and me for a pair of silk panties.