Blindfolded, my birthday boy was naked except for a pair of hot pink, lacy girlie panties bunched about his knees. His bottom was obviously red from spanking. With his hands bound and tied above his head, his long body swayed there in front of me. A small silver chain connecting a pair of nipple clips swung between his small male tits. Jutting out from his vertical torso, his swollen cock twitched in the glow of the morning light. I was enjoying that he was unaware of his impending fate at least as much as I was enjoying the sight of him standing there naked while I stood there fully dressed in my jeans and a tank top.
The story that follows explains how my sweet hubby became the unlikely protagonist in a true story detailing his unexpected predicament.
Let me back up. For some time I'd had a sneaky suspicion that my husband liked panties just a bit more than he might let on. For practically every holiday and when he was away on trips, he would purchase extraordinary and unusual, not to forget sexy, panties for me. Ironically I tend toward the cotton-comfortable, more practical "underwear." I loved looking at the others but considered them way too over the top for everyday wear. I remember, from our early marriage days, the vinyl thongs with the buckles on the side, and the tiny ones with the multiple thigh strings and the small mesh animal print triangle in the front. And then there were the lacy green with pink polka-dot numbers sporting pink ribbons around the waist.
So here in my lap was a the opportunity to test out my theory that my husband coveted my lingerie...plus a chance for me to finally fully enjoy them...but because HE would be wearing them instead of me, for once!
So anyway, one morning not so long ago, after I had spent a fruitless 15 minutes searching the Lit erotica story site for a fun new story to read with my morning coffee, my search results for "husband in panties" indicated there were no items found.
Well there soon there will be, I thought to myself. I'll make sure there's a fun new story for like-minded mistresses--and their pantyboys--to read. I couldn't help smiling as my mind wandered into an image of how cute my guy's tight little buns would look in a pair of lacy girlie panties. His birthday was only a week away, and I delighted in imagining how I would get him into some skimpy panties on that special day. Although there was no doubt in my mind that he would find himself enveloped in elastic and lace, I hadn't decided just exactly how I was to accomplish it.
I was lucky that this was only Monday and with his birthday being the very next Saturday, I had time to plan a birthday outing to a nearby small city for the day. He always enjoyed traveling there so he could visit his favorite woodworkers store. But best of all there was a large mall with a Victoria's Secret store. After a busy week, the day finally arrived and we left for our outing. Little did he know that when we returned home that evening he would be in different—very different—undies than those he'd left home in. An entire gender's worth of difference.
At our first stop in the city, I suffered through the piles of lumber at the wood store as he searched for just the right boards in the stacks of white and red oak. (What the heck's the difference anyway?) He also [groan] had some mahogany he had in mind for his projects. As I sat in the storefront waiting for him to finish out there in the warehouse, my mind was already wandering to my plan....the Victoria's Secret store plan, that is. I bided my time as he safely secured to the roof rack the boards that he had so carefully selected. Getting into the car, he apologized for taking so long searching for just the right ones. I really hadn't minded much, but it now gave me the opportunity to spring my trap.
"So, are you feeling a little guilty for poking around?" I asked.
"So sorry," he replied.
"And just how sorry are you, then?" I persisted in a whimsical tone. Kidding me, he added, "Now I'll do what ever you want," which was just the lead I was looking for. "Reeeely," I luxuriated, stringing out that little word. In response, he squirmed a bit as we backed out of the lot and headed onto the highway. I think he was getting my drift, but he didn't say anything more about the extent of his contriteness. Instead he said, "The mall is just ahead. Let's stop in there. There's a food court and a Starbucks." I knew he was in for it, now, and smiled, happy in my little secret.
We found a seat in the food court and enjoyed our late breakfast snack and a cup of coffee, chatting about nothing in particular. Clearly, to his wife, he was still thinking of his woodworking projects. I determined that his train of thought was unacceptable.
"Let's window shop and wander the mall for a little while," I said as we finished our coffee.
"Which way," he asked as we got to the center of the mall.
"I want to go down this way," I said, waving vaguely to my left. "But I want you to head down to the JCPenney's store." He looked puzzled. I replied before he had a chance to respond, "Remember, my love, not 30 minutes ago you said ...hmmm...what was it you said? I'll do what ever you want now. That's what you said."
"Well, now," I said, pausing dramatically while I had his complete attention, "I want you to go down to the Penney's store and buy five pairs of panties, one for each day of the week." I studied his expression. I knew he was wondering why I didn't want to go and buy my own panties, but I continued. "They must be very girlie and of course sexy, in peaches, pinks, salmons, or animal prints." Then I hit him with it, saving the best for last. "Lacy is good, low cut, and of course sheer--all the better to see your package through them."
That got him! His expression was priceless. He protested, as I imagined he would, but to no avail as I sternly reminded him of his promise. Interestingly, however, I also noticed a bulge rising in his jeans. His secret was out--he was getting into this, too! As he turned toward the store, I added, "Have fun, dearest. I'll meet you back here in about half an hour, but don't rush."
I waited until he was well down the mall before I turned and headed off in the other direction to the Victoria's Secret store.
There were of course lots of great panties to choose from in that most famous of lingerie stores. The young salesgirl thought I was getting them for myself, as one would expect, directing me toward the matching panty and garter sets, which was something I hadn't thought about until then. Hmmm...a very interesting idea...and maybe some stockings too. I told the hovering girl (it was a slow time for Victoria) that I was getting them for my husband, but she didn't catch on, I could tell. This is the Bible Belt, after all. "I bet he'll like these," she said teasingly, still thinking I was buying for myself as she held up a lovely garter for my approval. I laughed, savoring my private double entendre. Since the store was quiet, I had lots of help finding just the right items. I found what I was looking for: a pair of completely over-the-top, lacy, pale pink bikinis--so cute! What sold me was the mesh back that would give me an excellent view of his behind. The matching garter belt and stockings would complete the look. I paid for my purchases and headed back to meet my guy. This was gonna be fun.
As he approached, I could see he had a bag in hand. "So you were successful, handsome?" I asked coyly. He was blushing as he spoke. "Well...er, yes. The damn-nosy saleslady kept asking me what size my wife was. I think she knew, or at least suspected. I know I had the red ear thing going."
"Silly boy...who cares, anyway?" I told him.
"Well it was a bit awkward."
I handed him my bag to carry and took his. He didn't quite get the exchange at first. "I can carry both bags," he offered.
