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I knew that Ray thought Kristy was sexy but when he told me he'd pay for a smell of her panties, my jaw nearly hit the ground.
For the past year or so we got together every Saturday afternoon for a beer on his back patio while Kristy had coffee with her palls. Ray was 30 years older than us, in his 70's and I knew he could be a bit of a perv. He'd made all sorts of comments about my wife's body and what a hottie he thought she was. It seemed whenever she was out back, sunbathing in a bikini, he found reason to come over. There was always a tool he needed to borrow, but I think the tool he wanted to use the most was in his pants.
Since our kids had left home for college, it seemed that Kristy had rediscovered her body and her clothing had gotten a bit sexier and bikinis a bit smaller. She had even gotten one bikini that she especially like to sunbath in because it left such small lines. She had even taken to trimming her usually thick bush so that it wouldn't stick out the sides. The suit was a Wicked Weasel suit that barely covered anything.
The first time Ray came over and she was laying out back in that suit, I thought he'd have a stroke. Come to think about it, I bet he did have a stroke when he got home. She might have well have been nude when wearing that suit. The top couldn't contain her 34dd. The front just covered her areolas, but her nipples stuck through like gumdrops. The crotch sunk into her trimmed pussy. And, if she was on her front, the bikini wedges between each of her ample mom buns. Ray always seemed to know when she was wearing that suit.
Kristy and I were able to make ends meet but not much more and Ray knew that. With the mortgage, car payments, and college tuition, room and board, there wasn't much left for extras. Maybe that is why he made the offer that Saturday. I had no idea just how far that offer would go.
We were sitting there chatting as usually about his favorite topic, Kristy. I had just taken a swig of my beer when he said, "I'd give you ten bucks for a smell of her panties, used of course." I coughed and beer came out my nose.
When I regained my breath I replied, "You can't be serious." He just reached in his wallet and pulled out a ten dollar bill, setting it on the table.
"You go get the panties she wore yesterday and the ten is yours." Ray said.
I should have known better than to call his bluff, but I got up, went next door to my house and grabbed the lavender bikini bottom panties she had just put in the hamper. As I left my front door, I balled the panties up in my hand, suddenly feeling guilty. I walked back to Ray's with my head down and those panties balled as small as I could. I was sure someone was going to see me, but no one did.
When I returned to Ray's, he had another cold beer waiting for me. I couldn't believe I was going to do this, but I put the panties on the table next to the ten dollar bill. He smiled and I quickly looked down to avoid his eye contact. "Take the ten," he said. "If these smell as good as I've imagined they would, there will be a lot more coming your way." He picked up the panties.
I lifted my head to look his way when I heard a loud sniffing sound. Ray had the front of the panties held against his nose, inhaling deeply. I was shocked. I knew that her panties smelled wonderful, I'd smelled them on an occasion or two, but it was as if he wanted to sniff all the smell from them. It was then I saw his tongue extend, licking the crotch. His right hand came down to rub his cock through his khakis. He opened his eyes and looked directly at me. Without realizing it, I was stroking my cock. too. I was aroused, knowing my 44 year old wife's smell was getting Ray off.
I immediately removed my hand and sat down. I took a drink of my beer as Ray took one more sniff and set Kristy's panties on the table. "She has the aroma of a goddess," he said as he continued to rub his cock. I could see it had stiffened.
"How much would you charge me to rent the panties she is wearing today?" he asked. "You know I've jacked off thinking about her and I'd love to do it while smelling her panties."
I didn't know what to say. She was wearing a pink polka-dotted thong today. I'd seen it when she put it on. "What would you pay?" I asked.
He brought her lavender bikini back to his mouth, stuck the crotch area on his tongue, and sucked in, as if trying to pull any juices from the gusset of the panties. "Would $20 be enough to rent them overnight? I can almost taste her on these, mmmm."
"Yes," I choked. "I will bring them over as soon as she puts them down the laundry shoot."
"If you get them good and soaked, I'll pay extra." Ray said. "Try to finger her or rub her pussy with her wearing them. You'll get even more is I can tell she has cum wearing them."
"Oh, god, I'll bring them as soon as I can." I raced home with an erection so big it hurt. I thought about jacking off, but I was hoping I would get to make love to Kristy. Sometimes she comes home a bit tipsy from her girls' meets. I hoped today was one of them.
Two hours late the front door opened and Kristy walked in. She wasn't drunk, but I could tell she had a couple drinks. "Come here," I said. She walked towards me and I took her into my arms. I gave her a big kiss, my tongue dueling hers.
