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“Hey wake up!”
On my best days, I do not wake up easily. I am like a hibernating bear, best not disturb me until I wake up on my own or springtime rolls around, which ever comes first. But there was some excitement in Shannon’s voice so I rolled over and cracked my eyes open.
“Whass up? Kids okay?” I slurred, not even close to being fully functional.
“The kids are fine. Guess what the UPS guy just dropped off?” said my wife, holding a small brown package in front of my groggy face.
“No idea,” I answered, ready to roll over and go back to sleep. What ever it was it could wait a couple or twenty more hours until I wake up. Like I said, I’m just not a snappy person in the AM.
“It’s that stuff I ordered last week, you know, our matching panties. Wake up I want open them up and look,” said Shannon, pulling on me, getting me to a more upright position. Now that I was at least sitting, I wanted to see the contents myself.
About a week ago my wife had expressed her displeasure at the lack of variety in intimate attire available locally so I suggested she go online and do some shopping. As she went from website to website, from Fredericks to Victoria’s, I sat next to her giving my opinions.
“Michael, look at these. They have sizes to fit both of us,’ said my wife, pointing to a pair of blue satin panties. I saw a gleam in her eye and just nodded. I have never worn women’s underwear before and had no idea what size I might be but apparently my wife did. She shooed me away from the computer, telling me that she wanted me to be surprised. I guess it was now surprise time.
“Go ahead baby, open it up.” I said and then watched her open the box up. They didn’t look like much, all squished up in their plastic bags but once she got them unwrapped, I felt my cock give a bit of a stir.
“Oooh these are pretty baby,” said Shannon, holding up a pair of blue ruffled satin panties. I had to admit they were very nice and very, very feminine. The other pair that she had decided on was a white satin pair with thin purple vertical stripes and a cute little bow.
“Are we going to try them on?” I said, reaching for the box.
“Nope, not now. You have to wait until tomorrow night,” said Shannon, putting the underwear back in the box.
“Tomorrow? Why tomorrow?” I said. I had a semi going and really wanted to feel how that satin felt around my hard cock.
“You know why tomorrow night…..” said my wife, giving me a nudge. Tomorrow was Saturday, oh yeah; tomorrow night was my wife’s second date with her new boyfriend Steve. At that thought, my cock went from semi to full blown. Their first date was still playing through my mind all of the time. God only knows what would happen on their second date.
“Now go back to sleep,” said Shannon, giving me a kiss. “I’ll wake you up in a couple of hours.” I grunted a replay and rolled my ass back over. At least I wouldn’t tip too far over and smother in my pillow; my hard cock was like a kickstand, keeping me on my side. But even with a raging boner, I fell right back to sleep. It wasn’t even close to spring yet.
Now when Saturday rolled around, I had no problems waking. I had something exciting to look forward to and work to do. First thing was drop the kids off at Grandma’s. When I got back, it was prep time. Part of the kick of my wife dating other men was the preparation-things had to be washed, things had to be shaved and trimmed, things had to be painted. I was just like other guys who were spending the day working out in their yards except for the fact that those men weren’t getting their lawns ready to be nailed by a guy with a big dick.
When it came time for my wife to get dressed, she told me to jump in the shower and clean myself up. I emerged from the bathroom to find my wife dressed and ready to go. She had on light purple tank top, a white skirt, and white high heels. When she saw me looking, she raised the back edge of her skirt up and I saw the new white panties with the purple trim.
“You like, Michael?” she asked, spinning around. Of course I liked. I had painted her toes purple to match her outfit and her eyes and lips continued the color palette. Damn, she looked hot. I walked up to her, my cock showing her just how much I liked it. She jumped back in mock horror, laughing at the lumbering bear with the concrete cock as she stepped back.
“No, no my love. You have to get dressed too. Your clothes are on the bed. Go get dressed. Steve’s gonna be here any minute,” said my teasing wife, walking into the living room and grabbing her cigarettes. If I watched her light that cigarette I my not want to stop watching so I turned down the hall and walked into our room.
One the bed was a white T-shirt and my matching set of panties. And that was it. I slid the T-shirt on and then grabbed the panties off the bed. There were incredible soft and I stepped into them, sliding the soft satin over my hard cock. They were a perfect fit- the fabric cupped my ass the yalova escort way no man’s underwear ever did. The satin wrapped around my cock and ass but still felt almost like nothing at all. I looked in the mirror and had to smile but was this all I was supposed to wear? Not sure if I wanted to greet Steve dressed like this. They didn’t call this intimate apparel for nothing and while we were both boning my wife, I would hardly say we were this intimate together.
I walked out of the bedroom to find my wife and she was in the living room on her cell phone.
“Be right out baby,” she said and then ended her call. She turned to look at me and smiled. “Turn around baby, let me check out that ass.”
I turned around and propped my ass up for inspection. Shannon’s hand cupped my ass check and I hoped that I passed inspection. I turned around and her hand slipped around to cup my hardness through the satin.
“Very nice, my bitch. Very nice. I am going to meet Steve outside in just a sec. He called and I didn’t think you were dressed all that appropriately for guests so I told him you were in the shower and I would meet him outside. Okay with you?”
With Shannon stroking my cock through my panties, my wife could have met him on the far side of the moon for all I cared. Hell, I would have driven the spaceship, dropped her off, and picked her up later. My wife knew just how to play with my dick to make me say yes to anything. That’s why I married her!
“Gotta go baby. Be good. Love ya,” said Shannon, followed by a deep kiss and one last fantastic stroke of my dick.
“Love ya too. Have fun baby. I’ll be here playing with my dick through my panties, just like every Saturday night,” I said, laughing at the look on her face. She blew me a kiss and out the door she went.
I fought the urge to run to the bedroom and watch her get into Steve’s orange Charger. Didn’t seem right without an invite and with that thought my eyes searched the room for my cell phone. It was on the couch next to the TV remote- my wife’s subtle hint to sit my ass down on the couch and watch some television. Well, I can take a hint just as well as the next guy so I sat down and turned on the TV. But my eyes didn’t stray far from my cell, no sirree. I picked it up and checked the charge-full bars and the ringer was set to loud. I was as ready as I ever was gonna be.
To my slight dismay, the phone didn’t ring in the first five minutes after my wife left. Maybe she just had a little bit of self control tonight or she wanted to suck his dick with a little privacy. I could understand that but I was disappointed. Surely my wife didn’t blatantly leave my phone on the couch so I would spend the night just staring at it.
So I sat there in my panties and watched some TV. It was easier and harder this night than the last time Steve and my wife went out. Easier cause it was the second time around, harder ’cause that fucking phone hadn’t rung yet. Yet.
Because after about a half hour, the phone did ring and I nearly jumped out of my panties at the sound of the ringer. I picked it up, yep, it was my wife. Or my wife’s cell phone. If previous history was any indicator, I wouldn’t be talking to my wife but to her lover.
“Hello,” I answered, my other hand automatically reaching for my cock as I answered.
“Hey Mike, how are you doing, man? It’s Steve.”
And history repeats itself.
“Doing fine Steve, how are you tonight, what you guys doing? Sorry I missed you tonight. Everything okay?” I said, forcing myself not to babble too much. When I got nervous, my mouth ran more than a broken toilet. I could hear a radio in the background and what sounded like road noises so I guessed they were driving somewhere.
“It’s all good man. Shannon told me you were in the shower, so it’s no big deal. Catch you next time. And we are just driving. Or Shannon is just driving. I asked her what she wanted to do and she said drive my car, so I’m riding shotgun while she drives down the highway. Oh, and I’m playing with her pussy as she drives. Couldn’t just sit here without doing something-she looks so fucking hot and it seemed like a fair trade.”
“Seems fair to me,” I said. My cock was pressing up against to soft fabric of my new panties and it felt fantastic. I closed my eyes and imagined Steve’s fingers caressing my wife’s pussy through her identical ones and my cock got even harder. “I’m sure she’s enjoying the attention.”
“You got that right,” he answered. “She is soaking wet. Every time I circled her clit with my fingers, she started driving faster. I finally had to stop and just slide a couple of them inside her ’cause I thought for sure she was going to get us pulled over.”
I wondered how much cash I had in the house and whether or not the cops took credit cards for bail. Cross that bridge if I and when we get to it. Shit knowing my wife she would end up blowing the two of them in tandem to get them out of any edirne escort ticket. She used to have a thing for one of our local cops and maybe it was just the uniform.
“Just don’t get yourselves killed out there guys,” I said, the worrywart popping his head up. I couldn’t help it, you become a Dad and it’s all about the safety. At least some of the time.
“Oh, it’s all good now. She’s driving the limit, letting my fingers just slide in and out of her. Her pussy is so soft man. So we have been driving around, talking and stuff, and she told me what happened after she got home the other night,” said Steve, his fingers probably still buried deep inside of my wife. “You really like that, Mike?”
A couple of things flashed through my mind to answer that question, the first being what exactly my wife told him and second, what specifically was he talking about? How do you tell a guy you licked the cum off of your wife’s thighs the same way a fat kid attacked an ice cream cone on a hundred degree day? Or was he talking about my thirst for my wife’s bodily juices? Go with the safe answer.
“Yes, I really liked it,” I answered in a robotic voice, hoping I didn’t sound like a complete retard. Or a freak.
“Man, I just don’t know if I could do that. Hope I didn’t taste too bad. Different strokes for different folks, I guess. All good in my book And baby, you must have liked it too-you’re flooding all over my fingers. Now I can see why you do it Mike, damn, she’s so wet.”
Now I know at least what we were talking about. I guess Shannon decided not to share everything just yet. Before I could frame a reply telling a guy that his cum didn’t taste bad at all, Steve starting talking again.
“Hey, why are you pulling over baby, make sure you get far enough off the road, everything okay……..”
For the first time in the conversation, I heard my wife’s voice.
“I’m just tired of driving. I’m ready for a ride.”
I heard some clattering noises, some squeaking of seats, and Shannon telling Steve to put the seat back. Oh my God.
“That’s it baby, just unzip me. There. Went commando ’cause underwear just seemed like a waste of time. Damn, that feels good….you miss that cock baby?”
I didn’t say a word as I listened to my wife tell her lover how much she missed his hard cock. More squeaking and then I heard a very satisfied sigh from my wife that meant she had her lover’s dick deep inside of her. I could imagine her straddling him, the car slightly rocking, the lights of passing cars alighting her satisfied body, the drivers and passengers of said cars not believing what they think they might have just seen. I saw it all in my mind and my hand dropped to my encased cock, stroking myself with my fingertips, straining to hear every single sound that came out of my phone.
“Damn, Mike she is riding my dick like a cowgirl. Mmmmm…that’s it Shannon, you just ride my dick. It’s all yours baby….”
“I know,” said my wife, her voice filled with passion. “I own yours and Michael’s dicks, you know that right? Ain’t that right Michael….I fucking own them….oh..fuck me….”
“Oh yes baby,” I told her, hoping she could hear me over her growls of lust. “My dick is all yours…..” I just stroked my cock, knowing that what I just said was the gospel truth. My wife owned me. Time to start earning my keep.
“Steve, grab her ass and bounce her on your cock. You can’t grab too hard, trust me. Just take her and bounce her up and down. And when’s she’s good and wet, lean forward and start biting her throat. Suck and bite her. Mark her. Just do it.”
“Michael you are such a bitch…….oh…..oh….harder, bite me harder. You heard Michael, leave a fucking mark on me and fuck me….,” my wife gasped, her lover pressed against her throat, biting that delicate flesh.
“Mike, I’m got to thank you for the fucking tips man, she is soaking the front of my jeans,” said Steve, his words coming in gasps. “How about I thank you by flooding your wife’s pussy with my cum. Damn, baby, right there, oh shit, oh shit,…..”
The front of my panties had a huge wet spot growing on them around the head of my cock, the precum flowing from the tip, soaking my panties as wet as Steve’s jeans must be. I just stroked my cock and listened to Steve and my wife explode against one another, sounding loud, gasping and passionate.
For moments I just heard the sound of labored breathing and that in its own way was just as exciting as the screaming I just heard. I could imagine Shannon resting atop Steve, her head resting on his shoulder, her pussy filled with both his cock and cum, and I hoped that at least one drop stayed trapped inside of her until she got home to me.
“Mike you still there? Baby, we have got to get outta here okay? Let’s just go back to my place, Shannon, no way I can go out with the front of my jeans soaking like this. We’ll get some Chinese and catch our breaths. Sound good to erzurum escort you?,” said Steve, breaking the silence. I listened to my wife say that was fine as long as he drove, she just wanted to sit back and have a cigarette.
“Damn Steve, she doesn’t want to drive, you must have really wore her out.” I said, laughing a bit, letting them know I was indeed still with them.
“Well, I hope my knees stop trembling so I can drive,” answered Steve. “How about we call you back in a bit, you okay with that?”
“Sure, no problem. Talk to you guys later,” I said.
“Love you baby!”
And with those words from my wife, they were gone. My cock was still weeping into my panties and I felt worn out. Time for a snack. They were going to have Chinese so I was going Italian. One frozen pizza coming up! I got off the couch and went into the kitchen. Even though I was becoming a veteran of these calls from my wife, they still were very intense. Once I got the pizza going, I crashed back on the couch and channel surfed. I figured I had at least a few minutes before the phone rang again. Maybe my panties would dry before the next call!
I watched a little TV, ate my pizza, and just relaxed. Since I got my first call, I was much less anxious about the evening. I was still a part of their evening so I enjoyed my time and hoped they were enjoying theirs. It was a rare occasion when I had the place totally to myself, no kids running around. And I had to admit it felt good lounging around in my new underwear. Maybe I should paint my nails and jump on Facebook. Maybe not.
I was actually paying attention to a movie when my phone rang again but it only took milliseconds for my mind and my cock to jump back to what this evening was really all about. I grabbed my phone and hit the talk button.
“Hello,” I said, not sure what else I could say until I established who it was I was actually talking with, my wife or Steve.
“Hey Mike, what you doing?”
Steve.
“Not too much. Just watching a movie. Had something to eat and I was just relaxing, watching some TV,” I answered.
“Hey me too! But I bet you don’t have your wife sucking your dick while you’re chilling ’cause right now she’s got MY dick in her mouth,” said Steve, laughing good naturedly.
I nearly spit up the drink of soda I had just taken. I thought I was supposed to be the funny one. But he didn’t say it in a mean way, it was casual, like it was no big deal. And he was right because when I looked down, my wife wasn’t sucking my hard cock so it was okay that she was sucking his-wasn’t that the whole point of the evening anyway?
“Cool,” I said, hoping that I didn’t sound retarded again because it was pretty cool that my wife was sucking his dick. My cock agreed, growing hard once again and I traced the outline of my dick through my panties.
“Yeah we got back and had some dinner and just decided to watch some TV. Fuck baby, that looks so good, the way you are licking my cock, don’t stop doing that, it feels so damn good. Anyway, Shannon just slid down between my legs and gave me this look so off came the pants and out came the dick.”
That was a look I knew well. The pouty look my wife got when she wanted something was simply irresistible. I got that look when she first brought up the idea of going out with Steve. And I got my dick sucked that night too, if I remembered right.
“She’s got that little skirt pushed aside and her hand is in her panties, playing with herself as she sucks my cock. Mike, she looks so sexy with my dick fucking her mouth. Oh yeah baby, just like that. Your hair feels so soft, baby, just like your lips, man, oh man……”
Well at least he remembered what I told him last time about my wife’s hair. I could feel her soft hair in my hands, I swear I could as I slid my underwear aside to stroke my cock. I loved the way her hair felt in my hands when she was sucking my cock. Damn, I missed her right now, the feel of her hair in my hands…
“Okay baby, climb right up there..that’s it,” said Steve, breaking me out of my reverie. Something was changing. What did I miss? Jesus, what kind of husband am I, missing my wife while sitting on the couch in satin panties listening to her fuck another guy over the phone? Dammit Mike get your head in the game!
“Mike I got her kneeling up on my couch, her skirt and underwear fucking gone, and that hot ass staring me right in the face…God, I love that ass of yours Shannon…”
Way to go Steve! I could picture her up on that couch, on her hands and knees, her ass up nice and high. I gripped my cock tighter and decided it was time to join in.
“Stand right behind her Steve and rub your cockhead right between those ass cheeks. Just tease her with your cock. Make her beg for it,” I said, wanting to hear my wife beg for Steve’s cock. It might be mean but hearing my wife beg for cock was right up there with football as one of my favorite things.
“Damn Mike that sounds fucking hot. I’m gonna put the phone right on the small of her back so I’ve got both my hands free. Sorry baby, I know it’s cold. Now, spread those ass cheeks wide for me baby. Mike, I’ve got the head of my cock running right down the crack of her ass, gonna tease her asshole, yea, you like that don’t you Shannon, right there…..”
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