For as long as I can remember, I've always had a thing for panties. Not wearing them. Seeing them, smelling them, touching them. And, of course, coming on them. I'm almost always turned on when I see a girl's panties. With the current trend of low-slung jeans and pants, my eyes are always on the lookout for a girl whose panties or thong is in view. I'll go out of my way to enjoy that forbidden view for as long as I can. The sight of those colors or fabrics caressing a woman's ass will almost always get me hard. I can never stop staring, even when I should. Unless the girl wearing them is fat, I can't stop staring.
When I met my wife, Lynn, in college, I was truly blessed to learn that she liked wearing very sexy panties. Not just thongs and g-strings, but cute panties in satin, silk, nice bright colors and patterns. She quickly came to learn of my fetish. And in the 20 years since we started dating, she's been a true playmate. She knows I love panties and will tease me by lifting her skirt when nobody's around and showing me what she's wearing. She'll let me fuck her or lick her pussy while she wears her panties. Sometimes, when fucking her, I'll pull out and cum on her panties. Sometimes she'll just lay there on her stomach and let me jerk off all over her panties. Then, I'll rub my spent dick against her ass (she has a great ass) and in the cum. It's such a treat -- she knows I'm obsessed. When I travel on business, she'll text me a description of what she's wearing right then. No picture necessary -- I know exactly which pair she's talking about.
My wife and I are in our late 30's and live in a very nice neighborhood where we happen to be one of the younger homeowners. There is a neighborhood pool that we walk to every weekend in the summer in the hot Texas sun.
Last summer, when the pool opened, is when I first noticed Ashley. I could tell she was in her twenties. She was quite tall - I would say about five foot ten - and lithe. She had very long, dark brown hair that she always wore in a pony tail. She had a pierced tongue, belly button and several piercings in each ear. A large tattoo was on her side, near her arm pit and a "tramp stamp" of medium size right where her lower back met her ass. She smoked frequently. Given her build -- I generally like women shorter and thicker -- and her low-rent appearance, Ashley is not my type. But every weekend she'd been at the pool, in the same skimpy, neon green string bikini. And it wonderfully showcased what is a perfect body. Two strings and two small triangles joined to cover her small, perfectly shaped B-cup breasts. The bikini bottom, with strings on the sides, is cut low. It is the view of her tiny ass, barely covered by these bottoms, and her long curvy torso that catches and keeps my gaze every time. Especially when she would lie on her stomach on a raft in the pool. I could not take my eyes off of that perfect little ass barely covered in the neon green bikini bottoms. I would get hard every time.
Then, in the middle of the summer, my wife and Ashley struck up a conversation. My wife learned that Ashley's parents lived in the neighborhood. Ashley was 24 years old and has a young boy that was 6 years old. Ashley had recently gotten divorced from the child's father and moved back in with her parents until she could recover financially. Towards the end of the summer, Ashley had found a job but was struggling with child care for her son. Her parents both worked and were of little help.
It was the end of July and my wife and I had made our way to the pool. Ashley was there, as always, in the same, skimpy little neon green bikini. The two women chatted and l laid out watching them. My wife talking to Ashley allowed me to stare at Ashley without getting into any trouble. Ashley was lying on a raft again, on her stomach, talking to my wife. There in full view was her long legs leading to that perfect little ass, barely covered. A teeny green string ran across her back to help cover her pert little tits. As was usual, my penis became semi-erect. Before I could talk my cock down, my wife came over to talk to me. I couldn't' take my eyes off of Ashley's ass. She also noticed that I was hard. She smiled at me.
"Do you like looking at Ashley?" my wife asked with a wry smile.
"I do," I said. "I can't help it. She's not my type but there's something about her that makes me hard."
"She is sexy." My wife assured me. "Is it her or her bikini?" my wife asked, knowing full well my love of any article of clothing that covers a woman's hips, ass and crotch.
As she asked, she lightly and discretely stroked my semi-hard cock on the outside of my bathing suit. My dick stretched out further and I knew that my wife was teasing me and trying to get me to squirm in public.
"I think it's the bikini. And she has a nice ass." I answered.
"Yeah she does, "my wife said. "Anyway, I told Ashley that I would watch her son for a few days each week until she can get something more permanent lined up. Do you mind?"
"Not at all," I answered. "Are you going to charge her?"
"No!" my wife exclaimed. "I'm doing it because she's a neighbor, a young struggling woman and she needs help and I can help her."
"Great." I said.
The next few weeks went by with the only change being that my wife was providing free day care to Ashley. I continued to get hard watching Ashley at the pool. And my wife had fun with it, teasing me, stroking me discretely, all the while trying to keep me hard and make me squirm. My wife is playful and very confident in my love for her. It was towards the end of August when we were at the pool one last time before the pool was closed. We were there for a while but no Ashley. I was disappointed but said nothing to my wife. Towards the end of the afternoon, Ashley finally showed up in her neon green bikini, only this time her long, dark hair was not held back in a pony tail. It flowed down her back and I found her to be much more attractive with her hair this way. When she entered the pool, she approached where my wife and I were sitting and stood before me, talking to my wife. I pretended not to be looking but my gaze was fixed on her perfect body. I noticed her nipples were hard. I started to get hard. My wife handed Ashley something and Ashley left the pool.
"Where's Ashley going?" I asked my wife.
"Why? Sorry you won't get to stare at her ass and that skimpy green bikini?" She asked teasingly. She knew the answer so I offered none.
About 10 minutes later, my wife suggested we go back home and so we picked up our things and walked back to our house.
My wife opened the door and we put our things down.
"Close your eyes, " my wife instructed, "I have a surprise for you."
I had no idea what was in store but did as I was told. My wife grabbed my hand and led me back to our large master bathroom. I could tell by the path we walked. My wife instructed me not to move or open my eyes and I did as I was told. I heard the sound of bare feet on the tile floor and some light shuffling. The, she told me to raise my arms. When I did, she removed my t-shirt, leaving me only in my bathing suit.
"OK, you can open your eyes now!" my wife said excitedly.
When I opened my eyes, Ashley was standing in front of me -- in the master bathroom of my house --in her skimpy green bikini and her long dark brown hair flowing down. She had a smile on her face. To my side stood my wife. Needless to say, I was stunned and hadn't at this point figured out what was happening.
"Lynn tells me you really like my teeny green bikini," Ashley said sweetly. "Is that right?"
