I love to train for triathlons. I love riding my bike long distances on the weekend. My wife is more of an indoor workout person. She teaches Zumba, Step Aerobics and regular aerobics.
We go to triathlons out of town at least once a year. It's a fun weekend around people with a healthy lifestyle. We meet people we usually see once a year at the most popular races. It's a fun time.
One of the couples we know is similar to my wife and me. The husband is mid 50s and loves triathlon. The wife is at least ten years younger and takes my wife's aerobic classes. We are not close to them, but have gone to dinner with them at out of town races or sat with them for pre-race carbo loading meals.
One day my wife got a very unusual request. The wife of this couple had missed aerobic classes for over a year. We did not see Matt or Julie at any races for an entire season. After aerobics class Julie walked up to my wife and said, ""I wonder if you and your husband could help me. I need someone to clean out Matt's triathlon room at the house at try to sell his bikes."
My wife said, "Why? Did you and Matt get a divorce?"
Julie said, "Matt developed cancer. Because he was so fit he continued to train until he really struggled with training and then went to the doctor. His cancer was beyond repair and he only lived another three months. He died over a year ago."
Jessie, my wife, said, "I'm so sorry. I'll get Jason to come over Saturday at noon. Is that OK?"
Julie said, "Great. I don't want to be home. The garage door code is 6473. Take the bikes and clean out his office which is only tri gear. Do whatever you want with the gear. I trust you on returning anything you get if you can sell the bikes."
Saturday arrived. I took my van with bike racks and started the task of removing the gear and bikes. The task was simple enough. The bikes were in the garage. The gear was neatly arranged in a closet and a dresser. There was one different box next to the dresser. It looked like a large, colorful ladies hatbox. I took the lid off to find it full of panties. Below the panties was a strap-on harness with a thick, nine inch black cock.
At first I assumed the panties belonged to Julie. Then I looked at them closely, mainly because I love panties and wear them whenever my wife and I go out. I quickly saw that the panties were not Julie's. The Victoria Secrets were a large. My wife has slightly fuller figure than Julie and wears a medium. The Maidenform and Bali panties were a size 10. Julie wasn't close to that.
The box had Joe Boxer satin string bikini panties, VS cheekini panties, full cut older panties that had to be Julie's old panties, mostly Maidenform and even some silk boy shorts. Then it dawned on me. These panties would fit me. WOW, Matt wore panties and evidently got fucked in the ass by Julie if the strap-on was one their toys.
I quickly called Jessie. I said, "You are not going to believe this. Matt's tri room has a pantie box. The panties are far too big for Julie. They have to be Matt's. Inside the pantie box is a strap-on harness and big black cock."
Jessie said, "Are you sure? This is crazy. They used to enjoy the same pleasures as us."
I agreed and said I would be home soon. I told Jessie I was bringing the panties and Strap-on with me. She agreed that would be best. That pantie box is the real reason she didn't want to be home, not the tri gear and bikes.
Jessie and I talked about how sad it must be for Julie. Both her husband and her very wild, active sex life were gone.
The following Tuesday I returned home from a 90 minute bike ride to find Julie and Jessie in the kitchen after aerobics class having a class of wine. Jessie invited Julie over for some girl talk. I said hi to both of them and headed for the shower. As I walked through the kitchen I saw Matt's pantie box sitting on the kitchen table. That seemed interesting.
I jumped in the shower. As I showered Julie came into the bathroom and said, "I put some sexy panties, lace top stockings and a garter belt on the bed. Please put everything on and walk out to the kitchen when you are done."
I was excited. I was going to get fucked and things seemed like a great Tuesday night was ahead of me. I assumed the girl talk had Jessie's juices flowing and she needed cock.
I walked into the kitchen and before I turned the corner I said, "Here's that cock you love in the panties you picked out."
Once I had a full view of the kitchen I realized Julie had not left. Both Julie and Jessie were still sitting there.
Jessie said, "Very nice Jason. Very, very nice."
Julie said, "Oh my god. It's been over a year since I've seen a cock in panties. You look so sexy. Can I touch your cock in your panties?"
Jessie said, "Sure. Just a quick touch."
Julie rubbed my cock and patted my ass.