Most people think that doing laundry as a chore, and it can be. Collecting, sorting color's and whites, wondering if you put the correct amount of powder in the machine, to add beach or not, and fighting with the washer when it eats your favorite pair of socks. Sure there's the good part when those smelly things come out smelling of fresh mountain breeze and there's nothing like warm cloths fresh from the drier. But most people have it figured out wrong. You see if you're a bit of a pervert like I am, wash days can be just as much fun as any other and some times more so.
Take the other day. My wife asked me to sort the wash as she was still in the shower, so, sure I was happy to do it. Now, admittedly dirty laundry is dirty laundry and not very exiting, until you get to the underwear, now that's different. My wife quite often wears knickers in bed, and it's very sexy. Try having sex with them on. It adds a different pleasure to the whole thing, a sense of naughtiness, like your just having a quickie at lunch. There is nothing like a pair of knickers that have the smell of sex in them. I don't know if it works the same for girls but for me it's a bit of a turn on, and on that particular morning it was no different. I'd sorted the various shirts, T's, skirts and smelly sock in a few moments. It was my wife's pants I was having a problem with. I love the smell of my wife, especially her sex and we regularly have oral sex, well every night to be frank, but who's counting. So being more than casual with her underwear is to be expected.
I'd held each pair to my face and savor the perfume of well sexed pussy before dropping each one into the wash. What a waste. I could just buy her new ones to soil and I could keep the old ones. Of course there are some additional bonuses to being that intimate with sexed up undergarments and that was the huge boner I got. Now to waste that would be a crime; she was probable waiting for me in the shower. Another of our almost daily rituals. We wash each other and then fuck. Did I say we're as bad as rabbits? So we enjoy sex and are always sneaking away for quick ones.
In went the last pair; oh well plenty more where that came from. I set the machine and turn around to see my wife standing several feet away, wrapped in a bath, hair still dripping wet. Oh crap I was so busted.
"I waited so long I thought you forgot about me." She said a little upset.
"How could I Babe, look at my cock, does that look like I forgot you?"
"No. It looks like you want to get into my knickers.... one at a time."
"You were watching weren't you?" My cock was deflating rapidly. I was so fucked. She knew I had a pants fetish but not that badly. If she only knew I had a couple of her soiled ones in my suitcase and slept with them every night that we were apart. "How long?"
"About ten pants worth" "Crap, I'm in some serious shit aren't I honey" is said apologetically.
"Yep, you're fucked. I've been waiting for you to come and suck my pussy and I find you here with you face in my knickers; and I'm not in them." She said angrily. "Get over here now"
