Larry's eyes were closed as he listened to the pastor finish his sermon. His face and body relaxed as the words washed over him. "Amen," he murmured and his eyes flitted open.
As he waited in line to speak to the pastor at the door of the chapel his thoughts turned to today's sermon. The pastor had talked about acceptance and tolerance of others and it had really struck a chord with him. He smiled at the pastor as he shook his hand.
"Beautiful service today, Pastor."
"Thank you, Larry. It's a subject I feel very passionate about. I look forward to seeing you next Sunday."
As he stepped out into the brilliant sunshine, he glanced around looking for his mother in law. Spotting her standing under the shade of a tree with two of her daughters, he made his way over to join them. A soft hand slid into his and he looked down to see his wife, Joyce, by his side.
Joyce rushed over to her mother and hugged her before embracing her sisters in turn. Larry also hugged and greeted his wife's family, complementing his mother in law on the chapel flowers, before they all started the ten minute walk to the family home.
Larry walked a few steps behind the chatting women. They had left their car at Joyce's mother's house and walked to the chapel without her as she gone early to arrange the flowers. So he was happy to give the women this chance to catch up without him.
He smiled as he thought back to the sermon. He really felt as though the pastor had been talking to him, about him, and it gave him as sense of wellbeing. He pushed his hands into his pockets and slid one of his thumbs over the lining of his pocket.
He could feel his thumb sliding over the softness of his favourite peach, satin panties through the lining, as he rubbed his thumb over his hip bone. The satin panties that were cool against his skin when he first pulled them on, causing his balls to twitch a little at the change of temperature, were now warm from his body. They cupped his balls lovingly and held his cock firmly in place, the satin smooth against his ass. He even enjoyed the feel of the elastic running around the groin, nothing was going to hang down the leg when he was wearing these.
Larry wasn't gay or a transvestite or anything like that, he just had a thing for women's panties. In fact he had a deep appreciation of women. He loved their feminine ways, their soft curves and sweet fragrance. They were wildly erotic with their sensual lingerie hidden beneath their clothing. They could look like a stereotypical librarian but underneath they were hiding their true nature, wicked and teasing.
He had quite a collection of panties in a drawer next to his wife's own lingerie drawer. She was very accepting of his little quirk and would often buy him the same panties as herself, although in a larger size to accommodate his cock and balls.
Looking at the four women walking in front of him, he smiled. They made a beautiful sight. His eyes ran over their shapely calves, their legs seeming impossibly long in high heeled pumps. The material of their dresses swayed as they walked and as they turned the corner, stepping out of the shadow of a row of trees, the sun shone in front of them. Offering glimpses of their thighs as the material became see through.
Larry felt a stirring in his cock as he continued to watch the four women. The daughters all took after their mother, tall and elegant and he knew his wife would remain a very beautiful woman as she grew older.
Larry's stomach rumbled when they entered the house. The delicious smells from the kitchen permeating throughout. The women quickly fell into their normal routine. A big pot was pulled from the oven, which Larry knew contained his favourite beef stew, rich with gravy and vegetables, bread rolls were placed into the oven to warm through. He opened a couple of bottles of wine, while the sisters finished laying the dining table and his mother in law removed the plates from the warming oven.
Sitting at the table the family joined hands as they said grace in thanks for the food on the table.
Larry sat at the head of the table, having took over as the head of the family after the death of Joyce's father five years ago. To his left were Joyce and her mother Rebecca, and to his right Sarah and Mary.
Conversation started to flow as they all helped themselves to the food and drink. Larry turned his head towards Sarah as he asked her about a new client she had at work. A piece of beef got caught in his throat and he started to choke. He quickly picked up his glass of water and swallowed it down, clearing his passageway.
Trying not to be too obvious, he glanced again at Sarah. Yes, his eyes hadn't been deceiving him. She was wearing a light cotton dress that wrapped over the front of her body and tied closed. Bur Larry was guessing it was a bit on the big side for her, because it was currently gaping open at the side and one of her tits was completely exposed to him.
He quickly looked around the table. Nobody else had noticed and he realised that because of the way the dress wrapped around her and where he was sitting, he was the only one who had this tantalising view. He looked at Sarah again. She was deep in conversation with Joyce and paying no attention to Larry.
His eyes dropped to her chest. She wasn't wearing a bra, her upper body was completely naked under the flimsy cotton. Her tits were bigger than Joyce's, a little over a handful if he had to guess. It looked full and firm, and slightly turned up at the nipple. Her nipple was a deep red, the same shade as Joyce's he noticed, like a juicy strawberry and Larry's mouth watered at the thought of sucking it into his mouth and biting down.
Her nipple was long and hard, protruding much further than his wife's. Thinking back Sarah's nipples were always hard, always visible through her clothing unless she was wearing a thick sweater. He wondered if she was one of those women whose nipples were always erect, he'd read about it online and the thought of the normally demure Sarah's nipples in a permanent state of arousal caused his cock to stiffen.
"Larry, are you playing basketball this week?"
His cheeks burned as he turned towards his wife.
"Erm, yes. We've got a game on Wednesday night. Nothing serious, just a friendly game."
Larry tried to maintain focus on the various conversations around the table, and add his own little comments, but his eyes kept being drawn back to that sweet little nipple.
Sarah hadn't had a boyfriend in over a year and had never really mentioned dating anyone during their weekly Sunday lunch and it sent Larry's imagination racing. Did she pull on those hard nipples when she was pleasuring herself? Did she own a vibrator or did she use her own fingers?
Larry squirmed in his chair trying to adjust his now hard cock in the tight confines of his panties. He could picture Sarah lying on a bed, her slender legs bent at the knee, as she spread her legs opening herself up. Her long fingers squeezing her tits before taking a nipple in each hand and pinching them. He could hear her small gasps of pleasure as she pulled on the hards buds, making them swell, turning them an even deeper shade of red.
One hand would lazily make its way over her stomach and through the tight little curls he imagined protecting her most intimate part. Her middle finger gliding over the slit of her cunt, feeling the wetness, before pushing past her lips. Would she push the finger inside herself or go straight for her clit? He decided she would tease her clit a little. She would make small, slow circular movements, causing her hips to make small jerking motions.
Larry noticed his breathing had increased and tried to regulate it. The women all started laughing and Larry, attempting to join in, laughed out loud. They all looked round at the slightly maniacal sound.
