This story has a little something to excite or piss off almost everybody. There is a cheating wife, panty fetish, masturbation, vaginal sex, anal sex, hints of dominance/submission and a guy fucking his best friend's wife. If you do not like any of those things then I strongly suggest you click the back button and find a story more to your tastes. Otherwise enjoy. SCOUNDREL
I was at Sam's apartment that Saturday afternoon helping him and his wife, Ginny, get ready for the party later that night.
I had known Sam for nearly two years. We were both serving in a destroyer in Mayport, Florida. Although our jobs were different we were in the same division so I saw him every working day and of course every day we were at sea. We became good friends shortly after I reported aboard.
When in other ports we pulled liberty together and when home he had rented a place close to the beach and a few months later a couple of ship mates and I also rented a place a few blocks away.
About every month or 6 weeks Sam would throw a party at his place for a few of his friends who he had known out in the Midwest, some guys from the ship and who ever else he wanted. The parties were cheap to throw. It cost five bucks up front per attendee, BYOB and bring enough to share it possible.
These affairs were pretty low key, music not too loud, no fights or crashers. Both Sam and I were big enough to enforce the no fighting and no crashers rule. I'm 6'3" 250 or so and he is 6'1" 215. Also knowing Sam I was pretty sure he was making a bit of profit he always seemed tocome out ahead of the game.
This Saturday I was happy as a pig in stuff. Well, you know what I mean. I was prep cook to Ginny. Peeling, chopping, cutting veggies as she directed. When she ran out of things for me to do in the kitchen she had me moving furniture around to her satisfaction. I was happy because I was working with Ginny. I had been half in love with her since the first time we met. She was a tall, 5' 9", blond curvy woman. Bit tits and a really fine looking ass, I swear it looked like two kittens playing under a blanket when she walked.
She had very shapely legs, a great full ass (Am I repeating myself?), and what was I was sure were more then a hand full of breasts and I have big hands. Today she was wearing a pair of tight white short shorts and a shiny red blouse tied under those fine large breasts.
In a lot of ways it was a love hate thing with me. I loved seeing her, I loved being with her, I especially loved watching her unrestrained breast move under her red blouse, I loved seeing her nipples harden on occasion.
I hated she was married, I hated she was married to my good friend, I hated she was not mine. I hated she was sleeping with him. I especially hated she was fucking him and not me. I was so torn.I also hated having a hard on every time I was around her. That too was a love hate thing.
I loved she never made a comment about it. I hated she never seemed to notice my reaction to her. I could not stand to be around her and I could not stand not being around her. How can something be so wonderful and hurt so badly at the same time?
A few hours later the party was in full swing. Drinks were flowing, chips, veggies and dips were placed around the room. There were about 15 or 20 of us floating from one conversation group to the next. I was having a good time. Sam had a knack for finding a good mix of people for his soirees.
Before everything started Ginny had changed into a short patterned skirt and a soft almost transparent top, let me tell you she looked sexy as hell. About 8:30 I needed to make a head (bathroom) call. As I walked past the host's bedroom the door was open and glanced in and saw Ginny's shorts on the bed, lying top were a pair of black panties. I couldn't help myself. I looked around, saw no one around. I stepped in and pushed the door closed.
I picked up the panties and ran my fingers over them Ummm. They were satin, black satin panties. Satin little boy shorts with black lace legs and around the top were embroidered hearts and an embroidered red heart on the front. As my fingers caressed Ginny's panties I felt a wet spot. Damn I was harder then I have ever been in my life.
I pressed the wetness to my nose and inhaled deeply. Pussy, hot, wet, needy pussy is what my nose screamed at me. I was afraid my cock would explode. I needed some relief. I carefully folded the panties with the wet spot inside and put them in the pocket of my shorts. I cracked the door. No one was near and I took the couple of steps to the head (Bathroom). I stepped in, locked the door and unzipped, freed my hard cock and stroked it a few times.
I got the panties and pressed the wetness against my nose and inhaled. My hand worked my thickness. Pressing the wet into my mouth I worked myself harder. She tasted so good. Her flavor was exactly what I had imagined. Ginny tasted womanly, sexy, needy and oh so ready for my cock. That's what my mind told me anyway. I sucked every drop of her wetness from the crouch of her panties. It was bliss. I was getting close, so close.
I pulled her panties, wet with both her juices and my mouth wetness from my mouth. I wrapped them around my cock and stroked both harder and faster.
In my imagination I saw her on her back; knees pulled back to her breasts, her fingers working her pussy and her other hand beckoning me closer. My mouth was watering and my cock was so ready. I was cumming, exploding my desire and need into her panties. Grunting and groaning with each and every convulsion to fill her with my seed. I know two years of want, need and desire exploded out of me in those few seconds. My knees were weak. I leaned against the wall to catch my breath.
The panties were soaked with her wetness, my saliva, and cum. My hand was dripping with all the wetness.
There was a knock on the door. "Come on man I really need to go."
"O,K. give me a minute and I'll be out." A mumble from outside.
I wrapped the soaking panties in some toilet paper, washed my hands, and dried. Panties in my pocket and opened the door. He pushed past me cursing under his breath, and slammed the door.
I wondered what to do with the panties. I couldn't throw them away nor could I keep them as I really wanted to. The short hallway was clear so I stepped back into their room. Damn another quandary. I couldn't put them back where I found them. Ginny would know something was wrong if she even touched them. So I took the panties and her shorts and put them in the clothes hamper, checked the hallway, all clear and I rejoined the party.
A while later Ginny pulled me into the kitchen. "Mike, Sam is drunk as a skunk so I need you to slow down drinking. I'll need someone to put him to bed and you're the only one big enough to do it by yourself." I nodded my agreement and she was gone.