I was one of the lucky ones. After catching me on the living room couch, wearing a pair of her panties jacking off, my wife was not only cool with me wearing them, she actually really got into it. Even going as far as throwing out all but one pair of my boxer shorts and taking me shopping, on a regular basis for new panties.
Not only was I allowed to wear them, she would almost insist on the two of us hanging out at night in just panties. Panties also became incorporated in our sex play. Each of us wearing a pair, the waistband on my pulled down just far enough to expose my cock but still encase my balls in the satiny material. For her part, Rachel would pull the crotch aside, so I could feel her panties rub my cock as I slid in and out of her waxed pussy.
One of her favorite ways to push me over the edge was to hold the crotch of a dirty pair of her underwear to my nose. Letting me inhale her scent. The smell of her pussy juices, sweat and even the slight aroma of pee, rarely failed to bring me to a very loud and explosive climax.
It was the morning after a rather spirited night of "panty sex" that I had one of the most erotic experiences of my life.
I looked at the clock when I awoke and saw that it was half past eight in the morning. The realization that I'd only had four hours sleep made me feel even more tired and beat up than I had, only moments before. I lay there for a few minutes recalling the night before.
Rachel and I had gone out to dinner. As usual, while I was in the shower, she laid out the clothes she wanted me to wear. A pair of lightweight slacks, dress shirt and a pair of lavender satin bikini panties was on the bed waiting for me when I came out of the bathroom. A quick glance towards where Rachel was getting ready confirmed that she was wearing the matching thong. As I loved the feeling of panties not only on my cock and balls, but my ass too, I preferred bikini panties. Almost from the beginning, when she found a color she liked, she would buy a pair of bikinis for me and a matching thong for her. We both found it to be very sexy, when we wore our matching panties together.
My cock started getting hard as I slid the panties up my legs and over it. I, unconsciously, reached down and rubbed the satin material over the head a few times.
"I really wish you'd get into this whole panty play thing," Rachel joked, noticing the effect the panties were having on me. "Now quit playing with yourself and finish getting dressed or we'll be late for our reservation."
The drive to the restaurant was almost uneventful. Rachel, in consideration of my other fetish; women's feet, had her bare feet on the dashboard from the moment we got in the car. At one point, while at a stoplight, she was so intent watching my reaction while she stretching and scrunching her feet she missed the fact that a truck had pulled up beside us. The driver recieved quite a view up her short skirt through the entire red light.
Dinner was at a traditional Japanese restaurant, the kind where you sat on the floor at low tables. The restaurant had not only a main dining room, but little private alcoves. Rachel had reserved one for us.
Our waiter was one of the most attentive waiters I'd ever seen. I turned to mention it to Rachel and immediately saw the reason why. At the low table, she had no choice but to sit cross legged (or Indian style for those of us that were kids before the term became politically incorrect). However one would refer to it, the way she was sitting had her skirt hiked up almost to the top of her thighs, giving the waiter a fantastic view of not only her panty covered pussy, but also the bottom of her ass cheeks.
"Honey, the waiter can see up your skirt," I told her.
"I know," she grinned. "Do you want me to stop?"
"Not at all," I told her. "I just wanted to make sure you knew. I have to admit, the service is pretty good tonight."
"That's one of the reasons I'm doing it."
"Oh really? What are the others?"
"The main one is with these tables I don't really have a lot of options for how I sit. Another, we just talked about and the most important reason.... Knowing the waiter is looking at my crotch every time he comes to our table is making me really fucking horny."
"Funny," I laughed. "It's having the same effect on me."
"Oh you dirty man," she jokingly chided as she reached over with her foot and started massaging my rapidly rising cock with her toes. "You like it when other men get to look at your wife's pussy?"
"Yes I do," I answered. We'd played this game before.
"Knowing they're getting a hard-on thinking about licking and fucking my bald little snatch?"
I nodded and smiled as I saw a wet spot forming on crotch of her panties.
"If you liked it so far," she said reaching down to her pussy. "Then you're gonna love this."
She reached down and shifted the crotch of her panties aside, carefully placing the material so that she was exposing half of her pussy. She made them look as if her panties had accidentally shifted over.
Moments later, our waiter entered our alcove with a tray full of dishes. His eyes looked as if they were going to pop out of his head. I started to get worried as fumbled with our food, unable to take his eyes off of Rachel. He served us without incident and reluctantly left us to our meal.
As he left, it wasn't tough to see that Rachel's little show had given him a rather prominent boner.
"So you think he left to go jack off?" Rachel asked as she re-adjusted her panties.
"If he did, I hope he washes his hands before he brings our desert."
With Rachel's exhibitionistic urges temporarily stated, we concentrated on finishing our dinner. The waiter kept coming back, bringing us more water, tea and offers of dessert. Once dinner was finished, we paid our check and made our way out of the restaurant.
Rachel sat with her back to the passenger door on the drive home. She'd had me unzip my slacks so that she could rub her gorgeous, naked toes up and down my panty-covered crotch.
I barely got the car stopped and turned of when Rachel bolted out the door and headed for the house. She pressed her big tits against me as I attempted to unlock the front door. Once inside, she tore off her blouse and skirt but left her thong on. In a flash I had my shoes, shirt and pants off. My hard cock pressed against the silky material of my panties. Rach reached out and stroked me through them.
"I want you inside of me," she moaned as my hand rubbed her pussy through her thong. She then turned and led me by the cock to our bedroom.
