Mike had been happily married to Marie for about 10 years. He was very much in love with her, and had always been faithful. In fact, only 2 things were weaknesses for him in any fashion at all: panties, and Marie's younger sister Annie. Mike had developed a fetish for panties as a teen, when he masturbated for the very first time with a satin pair that was taken from a friend's sister. Over the next 7-8 years, he had taken dozens of panties from dozens of girls, and curiosity about what wearing a thong felt like had even led him to begin trying panties on before using them to pleasure himself. Through willpower and maturity, he had by and large avoided the temptation for a few years before he had begun dating Marie.
Mike had fallen for Marie shortly into their courtship, and he had been in love with her ever since, but he was also attracted to Annie. She had a body type that was more in line with Mike's preference: He had always been an ass man, and Annie had a fantastic ass. When Marie was on her period and sex was out of the question, Mike would often satisfy his own needs in the shower, and the most common thought playing through his mind was taking Annie from behind in the doggy-style position. He would dream of having his hands on her ass, cupping it and grabbing it, then putting his hands on her hips and pulling her back onto his hard cock as he looked down at the beauty of his member plunging in her pink, moist pussy. He knew this was merely a fantasy; he could not cheat on Marie, and he was certain Annie would also never cheat on her high school sweetheart-turned husband, Paul. Mike and Marie had been married for 6 years, Annie and Paul for 3.
Mike had not stolen a pair of panties in over 7 years on the day he went to Marie and Annie's parent's house. He had a softball practice on the fields near their house, and Marie rode with him. He went to practice, and returned an hour later to find his vehicle gone. He went up to the house, and found a note on the table that they had all gone out to eat and would be back around 7:30. Looking up at the clock, he saw he had over 20 minutes until that time. He had to take a piss, and for some reason, he decided to go to the restroom upstairs where Marie and Annie's old rooms were. As he walked by Annie's room, which normally had the door shut, but was now open, he noticed that there were still a couple of dressers in her room. After hesitating, he decided to check to see if there was anything in any of them worth looking at to pass some time. He was surprised to find some old pictures and clothes in a couple of the drawers of the first dresser, so he walked over to the second. Opening the top drawer, his heart jumped when he discovered that there were about 8 pairs of Annie's panties. He took them out one by one and inspected them.
They were certainly sexier than the drab things that Marie had. He found a low rise bikini, a couple of nice yellow thongs, a plaid bikini cut cotton pair, and a maroon satin pair that was really sexy. All were size 5 ... damn, she had a nice ass and nice, narrow hips. Mike felt the blood rushing to his cock, as many of his old desires came crashing back on him. He checked his watch; probably 15 or more minutes until they would return. He hustled over to the bathroom and grabbed a couple of tissues. He quickly shed his softball clothes, looking at his nude body in the mirror on the wall. He was a runner, and athletic, and his body reflected such. He had a lean, muscular build. He turned his attention from the mirror back to the wonderful garments before him. He grabbed one of the thongs ... and gently stepped into it. He pulled it up, gradually covering up his throbbing cock as the fabric wedged up his ass. He was admiring how he looked in the mirror. He was positively engorged, as he thought of that same fabric up his ass being up her ass at one time ... his full balls now resting where the fabric had once snuggled up to her pussy ... his throbbing cock being pressed against his body by the sexy material in the same way it had once pressed her pubic hair against her body, if she wasn't shaved ...
Losing any self control he had developed over the previous 7 years, Mike grabbed the maroon satin panties from the drawer, and pushed the thong down a bit in the front so he could wrap them around his aching dick. He grabbed the tissues, because he knew this wouldn't take too long. He began to pump his thick 6.5 inch cock with the satiny material, watching his hips pump in the mirror. He was not particularly long, but was blessed when it came to girth. He knew from being in the locker room in gym class that he was much thicker than most, and had been told that very thing by a couple of girls of the few girls he had been with, including Marie. Admiring his own cock, he quickly began spraying his cum into the tissues, careful not to get any on either the panties he was wearing, or those he was using to stimulate himself. He quickly stripped down naked again, disposed of the tissues, ran back to Annie's old room, got dressed, and put the thong back in the drawer. He picked up the maroon pair, looked at the drawer, and instead shoved them down his pants, where they would rest next to his now retreating penis. He would have several days over the coming years that he would slip them on or use them to stroke his cock, frequently both on the same day. For now, however, he went downstairs and turned on TV to watch until everyone returned home.
Over the next 2 years, Mike wanted desperately to find an opportunity to go through Annie's current panty drawer. Now that he had a peek into her intimates from years past, he intensely wanted to find out what her current selection of panties was. In the meantime, Mike was satisfied to try to find reasons to go upstairs at Marie's parents, quickly and quietly sneaking into Annie's room to admire her fine panties. He was extremely happy to be charged one day with going to their house to feed the dog. He was looking forward to having a nice leisurely time of trying on her panties, of course ending with a masturbation session. He was a bit stunned to open the drawer, only to find it empty. Questions immediately sprang into his mind: Did Annie's mom go through and throw things out? Did Annie take her panties home? Did Annie realize that one of the pairs she had in the drawer was now gone, and if so, would there be any reason she would suspect Mike?? It had been several months since Mike had been in the room, so he couldn't be sure if Annie (or whoever) had only recently cleaned out the drawer, or if it had been done long ago. The questions shook him a bit, so he quickly fed the dog and returned home. He felt relatively safe, as throwing out an unfounded accusation like that would be a pretty serious thing. He convinced himself that there was nothing to worry about, and soon forgot all about it.
About 3 months later, Mike and Marie were at Annie and Paul's house, along with the rest of the family, to celebrate the birthday of Annie's 1 year old son, Justin. They were in the process of moving toward the living room for the opening of presents, when Mike excused himself to use the restroom. He chose to use the bathroom that would take him past the washing machine and dryer, in the hopes that there would be a basket of clothes there for him to quickly scan in search of an elusive pair of Annie's panties. He still had not even glimpsed even 1 of her new selection, and he was still strongly curious. As he passed the laundry, he saw a basket of clothes. Taking a quick glance to make sure no one was coming, he ducked in the room. He rifled through as fast as he could, but wasn't having any luck, so he kept searching. He heard steps coming down the hall a little too late, and had just barely gotten his hand out of the basket when Annie walked by and peered in.
"Help you find something, Mike?" Annie asked uneasily.
Mike's face burned hot red at essentially being caught with his hand digging through her clothes, and this was still not a good situation. His mind raced to come up with a reason for being there that was even remotely logical.
"Uh, I was looking for a towel .. I didn't see one in the bathroom," Mike said, praying that there wasn't one in plain view in the bathroom, and that Annie didn't go check it out.
As she turned to go to the bathroom, she said, "I'm pretty sure there is one hanging up. Can't believe you didn't --"
She broke off there as Justin began wailing from the next room, and she ran to make sure her boy was okay, forgetting all about Mike and his towel. Mike loved his nephew greatly, and hoped he was fine, but was exceedingly grateful for his perfect timing. Mike used this second chance to go to the bathroom and hide the hand towel that was hanging perfectly in place where Annie had placed it earlier in the day. Justin's bumping his forehead at just that time might have just averted a horrific situation for Mike. At the minimum, he was able to cover his tracks a bit. He dared not do any more searching for panties at this time, though, and returned to the party, where Annie was too busy comforting her boy to care or remember Mike's need for a towel. Mike was in a jubilant mood, as a near-tragedy had been narrowly averted, and he soon forgot all about it.
Three weeks later, Mike was home watching the Texas-Oklahoma football game when the phone rang. Not taking his eyes off the game, he answered.
"Hello?" he said.
"Hey Mike, it's Annie. How are you doing?"
"I'm good. Just watching the football game. Marie just left to get some groceries, if you were looking for her."
"Actually, I was calling for you. I need some help. I was going to go mow the lawn for Paul while he's working and while Justin is napping, but I can't get the mower started. I was hoping that you might be able to come take a look at it," she said.
Mike wasn't real happy about the timing, being in the middle of the football game and all, but otherwise had no problem helping.
"Give me 10 minutes, and I'll be over," Mike replied.
"Thanks!" Annie replied cheerfully.
Mike grabbed some tools and his battery charger, loaded them in his truck, and drove over to Annie's house. He parked, and went to the mower in the barn. As he began to look over the mower, he caught the site of Annie coming down from the house wearing short red shorts and a tight black top. He couldn't help but admire her long legs and busty chest briefly, before turning back to the mower. He didn't want to be too distracted. He tried turning the mower over, and the battery was dead. He was glad that he had brought the charger.
"Whatcha think, Mike?" Annie inquired as she sauntered up. "Can you get it going?"
"Yeah, pretty sure it's just a dead battery. I have my charger, so I can put it on the charger for a while, and it should be enough to get it going relatively soon."
"Great!" Annie said. "If you want, once you get it on the charger, you can come up for a sweet tea, if you'd like."