Doug's eyes peeled open to find his wife, staring at him. Her nails gently stroked through his hair, she smiled at him, warmly, sincerely.
"Morning," he croaked through dry lips without returning her smile.
"You were dreaming. You were calling my name and humping your pillow," Janice said with a playful but affectionate giggle.
"Yeah well, I was so fucking horny. I mean you really left me hanging Janice. I barely slept. My cock literally dripped all night. I kept waking up and I was wet every time. When I slept that is. It was torture." Doug snorted.
Janice rose above him and smothered his lips with hers. She plunged her tongue into his mouth and kissed him with a deep passion. She rubbed his firm, hairy chest and Doug's hands slipped up along her bare back. Oh how he yearned to be inside of her. Janice's hand trailed down his belly and cupped his balls. At last she was going to make to love to him!
But as Janice broke their kiss and her hand withdrew from his crotch to playfully tease his hair before climbing from his bed, Doug was reminded that frustration was very much a part of his new reality. He groaned and stared at the ceiling.
Janice giggled, "Oh poor boy." She dropped her hands onto the sides of the bed, her small breasts pointed invitingly at him and the sun shown between the luscious gap between her legs. "Just remember, good boys get rewards. The day is young baby. Who knows what it holds?" Her lip snarled into a sly smile and with that she trotted off into the bathroom. Doug heard the door click closed and soon after the running of the shower.
He ripped the covers back and took in the sight of his boyish-looking genitals. It was embarrassing but he liked it. There was no use trying to denying it. Obviously he loved the feel but more, he loved the way he looked. It was strangely comforting. He had to yank his hands to his sides and grip the sheet, take slow deep breaths and fight off the urge to masturbate. He was so fucking horny!
Eventually, Janice emerged from the bathroom, still naked. She trotted to their suitcase and after rummaging around in it for a few moments her hands emerged with a new pair of panties she'd bought just for this trip. They were light pink satiny tanga-style panties with an abundance of lace around the backside. She spread them between her hands and held them up to Doug, "What do you think? Do you like them?"
Doug rose up on his elbows, "Yeah sure. They're pretty."
"Great, 'cuz they're yours," Janice chirped and tossed them onto his belly.
"What?!" Doug plucked the delicate panties off of him and studied them briefly before looking back to Janice. "What do you mean they are mine?"
"I mean, I bought them for you sweetheart," Janice replied as she slipped her foot into a pair of khaki shorts. "I know you like it so I bought you your very own pair. Several actually." She pulled the shorts up and wiggled her hips into them. The irony that Janice had chosen not to wear any underwear didn't escape Doug.
"What are you talking about," Doug retorted?
Janice buttoned the shorts, yanked up the zipper, slapped her hands on her hips and gave Doug a piercing stare. Even her breasts seem to be peering at him. "Oh, I seem to remember a weekend in Vermont when I could barely get you out of my panties."
"Oh now Janice, I was just playing around. C'mon now," Doug snorted.
"Uh huh, right," Janice wagged her head, not accepting his answer. "And what about that one night you slipped on my panties and paraded around the bedroom?"
"Janice, I was drunk! And besides, those things happened years ago. We were just kids playing around back then," Doug offered in his defense.
"Oh realllllly? And what about all my panties that have disappeared over the years? You realize you didn't always hide them very well don't you Douglas?" Janice's voice was light and teasing. He swallowed hard and tried to speak but couldn't make any words come out. Janice pulled a thin white spaghetti-strapped shirt over her head and flipped her hair about. She turned back to her husband, his mouth hung open. "I've seen you Douglas. I've caught you. Twice. Once you didn't even know I was there and the other time I just played dumb as you tried to hide it. I was mad at first, confused. But then I thought it was kinda sexy. I just never told you I knew."
Doug's mind whirled. "I...I mean...You know, I ..." Doug tried to find some words.
"Doug, I know all your secrets dear." Janice slipped on a pair of white flats and strolled over to Doug's bedside. Her finger reached under his chin and closed his mouth. Her pert nipples pressed against the nearly see-through fabric of her shirt. She smiled and plucked the panties from his hands. She rubbed them over his crotch and Doug's eyes fluttered. She brought them up and rubbed them across his lips, "All your secrets baby," Janice whispered.
She kissed his forehead, turned and headed for the door. She called back over her shoulder, "Be a good boy Douglas. Get yourself cleaned up and remember, no jacking off." Janice chuckled.
"Wait," Doug called out! "Where are you going? What am I supposed..." He stopped when he heard the door close behind his wife. Doug flopped back on the bed and his fist hammered up and down on the mattress. He was angry and embarrassed. What he'd always thought was a closely guarded secret, his wife had known about for years. How humiliating!
Eventually, Doug shaved, showered, brushed his teeth and generally got ready for the day. Ready for what he wasn't at all certain. And although he'd told himself over and over that he wasn't going to put the panties on, Doug was soon pulling them up over his hips. The sensation of the slick fabric on his newly shaven balls and taint was amazing! Even being alone, Doug was deeply embarrassed. He always felt that twinge of shame but it was always washed away by the naughtiness that spoke to something deep inside of him. He wasn't effeminate by any stretch but there was just something so alluring for him about wearing women's panties. He didn't quite understand it himself, he only knew it was a dark pleasure that he was sometimes powerless to repress. Perhaps it was the shame itself he enjoyed, the degradation that spoke to something deep within him. Or maybe, it was actually a sense of freedom, of acceptance and self-awareness.
They were tight and you could read every wrinkle of his penis and his large balls spilled slightly out to the sides. Doug had always thought they looked like big puffy pussy lips when they were like that. He turned around to look at his plump bottom hanging out of the pink panties. His fingers shakily trailed over the lacey edges.
The light knock at the door startled him and he jerked. He sprinted out of the bathroom and snatched up his tiny white robe. He yanked it over his arms and hurriedly closed it. He looked down at himself and realized it was hardly any less demeaning. Doug sighed and headed for the door. He opened it to find Bradley smiling back at him.
"Now how did I know it was going to be you Bradley?"
Bradley's eyes flicked admiringly up and down his body, "Good morning Mr. Sorenson."
"Doug."
"Oh yes, I apologize. Doug," Bradley smiled. "You look fresh sir, I trust you slept well?"
Doug turned and looked back into the room and recalled his night of complete sexual frustration. He hadn't slept well at all but Doug sighed, "Yes Bradley, fine." Doug smiled at him. In actuality, despite his fitful night, he did feel fresh.
"Excellent Doug. Now, I don't mean to rush, but we need to go," Bradley stepped aside and motioned down the hall with his arm, inviting Doug out.
Doug closed the room door behind him and fell in beside Bradley as they strolled down the corridor. "So what's in store for me today Bradley" Doug asked knowing he wouldn't get a real answer?
"Oh sir, it's always hard to know these things. The ladies can be quite imaginative." The pair reached a door and Bradley gripped the knob and then paused, "But, isn't that the point Doug?"
