Married To Her Panties

My name is Daniel, and my wife Belinda and I have been married about 4 years. We never had what anyone would call a great sex life. She said she didn't like sex and didn't want to hurt my feelings, but that my penis was too small to excite or really satisfy her. I often felt depressed about that but just thought this was part of normal married life; that women complained husbands wanted too much sex. I didn't know much about marriage. This was my first. Belinda had been married once before. It didn't seem to matter to Belinda how much I told her that I loved her, or how much I loved her pussy, she just didn't show much interest in sex. I believed Belinda loved me, but she just didn't have much of a sexual appetite. I more or less just accepted it.

I worked from home doing data entry and worked my own hours. Belinda worked in real estate and often worked late, at least two nights a week with her boss, Jonathon. Belinda was definitely the head of our household and made all the important decisions and controlled our finances. I turned my checks over to her and she paid the bills and would give me a small allowance. I would have dinner prepared for her when she got home. Over time, I was becoming more domesticated, doing more household chores and cooking. I didn't mind or complain. Belinda had a hard job, worked long hours, and I knew how tired she was when she got home. So, I wanted to make her happy and do more around the house for her. I often gave her a foot rub when she got home from work.

I have always been infatuated by my wife's pretty undergarments. I guess you would call it a fetish. The soft, feminine textures, the silky materials, the lace trim, and the feel of nylon pantyhose and stockings, have always been a tremendous turn-on for me. I've always loved to touch and feel my wife's legs while encased in pantyhose and I would try to sneak a sniff of her panties when I removed them from her prior to any sex she might reluctantly have with me.

I guess Belinda began to notice my "not-so-secret" desires and yearnings and one day asked me to "do her a favor" and hand wash some of her delicate pantyhose and stockings she had left by the bed while she wanted to watch some television. I was happily delighted to do it, but I didn't want to show her how excited I was to get started. I was in my underpants and t-shirt at the time and proceeded to the bathroom to fill the sink with water. She uses a special hosiery-mate type product for washing and I knew exactly where to find it. I'd watched her do it dozens of times before. I carefully ran my hands over the soft, silky nylon material as I glanced around to make sure Belinda wasn't near by. Then I held them each, one by one, to my nose and inhaled my wife's musky scent! I almost couldn't bring myself to place the items in the sink bowl water to begin washing them. I wanted to continue to hold them, caress and admire them. I was excited. I had thoughts of laying them all out on the bed and playing with them. I could feel the erection growing in my underpants. My mind was racing with thoughts of what it must feel like to be able to wear them. And I know Belinda had been wearing these over her own legs not long ago. I thought about the smell of the crotch of the pantyhose that had been covering her pussy area. I felt a closeness to my wife's pussy as I ran my hands over the crotch area and gusset of the pantyhose.

Belinda quietly walked in on me as I was fantasizing. I guess you could say she actually caught me fondling her precious underwear, while I held them and then rinsed them in the sink. I honestly don't know how long she had been watching me. She saw my obvious boner tenting out in front of my shorts. With arms folded across her chest, Belinda smartly said, "Looks like you sure are enjoying yourself." I blushed from my shame and felt embarrassed. She said, "Since you like it so much you might as well do my panties and bras while you're at it." She gave me about four or five of each and I know she heard me moan softly when she handed them to me. I couldn't help it. I would be washing the coverings that press against her beautiful pussy, ass and tits.

I simply said, "Yes, Dear."

When I started to place the panties in the water, Belinda grabbed my hand and stopped me. She asked, "Don't you want to smell my panties too, you sneaky pervert?" I couldn't believe she had seen me sniffing her pantyhose. I stammered to answer her, but she quickly picked up one the panties and held it to my face. Now, instead of my secret little fantasy, my wife was humiliating me, and the strange thing is, I was getting extremely excited! She shook her head and walked away, leaving me to finish my work. I handled all of her bras and panties with equal delicacy and dutifully placed them over the bathroom tub and shower stall to dry.

Later, my wife came back to inspect my work. She was grinning with an almost wicked little smile, but she seemed pleased. She told me from then on, once a week I could be in charge of keeping her underwear clean and prepared for her. I was thrilled beyond belief and while Belinda may have thought me a bit weird, apparently that was okay with her. She no longer had to do any laundry. As a matter of fact, she came up with more plans and ideas for me.

After a couple weeks of my regular washings for her, it was laundry night again and I was preparing to do her wash. I was in the laundry room, sorting, just in my briefs and t-shirt again, like usual, when Belinda came in and brought home a package for me. It contained a lovely, soft, pink bra and panty set that she actually bought for me. She told me, "Since you do such a good job for me, and enjoy it so much, you should wear these yourself when you do my laundry, you little sissy."

"Oh, Belinda...I'm sorry. This isn't necessary. I just get a little excited around your underwear. We don't have sex very often and I love your scent...your smell. It just excites me."

"Well, Dani (the name she calls me) of course I know that! I've seen you. I've watched you! And I appreciate you doing my laundry so meticulously and carefully. Now I want you to have your own, to wear and enjoy. It may seem a bit embarrassing for you now, but you'll get used to it and love it, Sweetie! Get undressed. I'll help you."

I've always felt insecure and shy about being naked in front of Belinda. I guess I've always felt self-conscious about my small size. I felt nervous in front of my own wife, but I took my t-shirt off, and Belinda took the waistband of my underpants and pulled them down. I was naked with a 4" hard-on. Belinda paid no mind to my erection and held out the panties for me to step into. The first time I put them on I was so nervous.

My wife said to me, "Look how cute! Look how excited your little penis is! This is just perfect for you!"

I blushed and tried to cover my front with my hands. Belinda shouted, "Stop that," and pulled my hands away.

Next, she held out the bra and I slipped my arms in. She instructed me on adjusting the bra straps and how I should turn it around and clip it in front first before turning it around. She was so pleased to see my erect penis in the panties and the fit of the bra. She had me turn around so she could see my bottom. She smacked my panty-covered bottom a few times and laughed.

Belinda told me, "Why don't you jack-off in your new panties?" She held a pair of her soiled panties to my nose and face and said, "Jack-off."

I inhaled her musky scent and grew more excited. My heart was racing. I stuttered, "Bel, are you sure? It's ok?"

"Yes, Sweetie. I want you to. Look how excited and happy you are. Rub the outside first, then hand down in your new panties. Go ahead. I'll watch you, the way you like."

I was shaking but couldn't help but to rub my hand over my panties. I began to moan. Bel rubbed her panties all over my face, making me hornier and hotter. My hand went down inside these wonderful new panties. "Oh...thank you, Bel! I love you so much!"

The silky fabric caressed my hand and balls as I began to stroke inside the panties. What an amazing feeling to have my wife help me through my sexual desires and urges. It was as though I was making love to her by loving her panties...and my own. I looked directly at Bel and then closed my eyes and soaked the inside of my panties with my cum. She left me to clean up and finish her laundry.

She told me from then on, I should just prepare myself by wearing my "new outfit" on laundry days and report to her. Now, when wash day comes, without even being told, I simply go to the bedroom, take off all my regular clothes, and slip into my own special "work clothes"---the pink bra and soft panty set that Belinda bought me. I can't fully explain my feelings of excitement and humility at the same time. My appreciation for female undergarments grows stronger each time I put on my own set. I've even learned to do a better job cleaning her lingerie and underwear, too. I inspect her panties more closely for any emissions or secretions her pussy may have left in them. I'm happy to now use stain remover on any of her panties if I notice pee stains, or if she's been warm or aroused during the day and left her pussy drippings in them.

I usually ended up begging Belinda for sex, and that wasn't very pleasant or satisfying for either one of us. Of course, she always refused and that embarrassed me. My friends would tell me stories about the sexual escapades they enjoyed with their wives. I blamed myself for Belinda's lack of sex drive due to my small penis size. Now, I'm certain she uses my wash sessions to her complete advantage and control. She actually has me addicted to her underthings. I fantasize and want her panties, bras, slips and stockings almost as much as I crave her pussy itself, maybe even more! My desires to fuck are almost secondary to the passion I feel towards her panties and silky stockings. I simply love when Belinda allows me to fuck her panties or nylons.

One wash day, I found a pair that were heavily soiled with her pussy secretions and smelled something that seemed unusual, like nothing I've ever smelled in her panties before. I felt like she must have been masturbating that day, but I had never seen Belinda masturbate. But I did accidently find a vibrator and dildo in her nightstand by the bed. I ignored the stain and peculiar smell and continued doing her wash. I consider it my privilege to be so close to her orgasms, if she had one, and I take my time to gently clean the stains. I also lightly iron her cotton panties, and I dust them all with a perfumed powder before I put them away in her drawer. I know these undergarments will be pressing against my wife's private parts all day and I treasure that thought. Most mornings I get to select the bra and panties she'll be wearing that day, and I run them through the dryer for a few minutes to warm them for her when she goes to put them on. During her special time of the month, I even get to put a panty liner in her panties for her before she puts them on.

When she gets dressed, I'm permitted to place her 34C breasts into the bra cups for her and fasten it in back. When she's ready, I stand behind her and present the bra in front of her. She likes to pinch her nipples a few times to stimulate and enlarge them, along with exciting me, before I bring the bra over her arms. Her breasts are not large but hang just enough to allow my hand to slip underneath and cup them gently into the bra pouches. I try not to show my excitement, and I don't dare fondle her breasts or touch her nipples, or she would never let me continue to do it every morning. After I fasten her bra in back, she straightens it out and runs her hands over her breasts and nipples. Depending on the bra style, her nipples offer extend and protrude though the fabric of the bra and look fantastic.

Next, I hold her panties open for her while she steps into them, but I'm only allowed to pull them up to her thighs. She doesn't want me to get too close to her pussy with my hands. She opens her legs a little to hold them on her thighs until she pulls them up. Then before she pulls them up the rest of the way, she runs her hand over her pussy and through her hairy bush. Sometimes, as I'm watching, she slightly pulls her soft pussy lips and runs her finger over her slither opening. I'm always excited in the mornings, watching and helping her ger dressed before she leaves for work.

Belinda would leave notes for me before work, addressed to me as "Dani," with an "i," telling me what chores she wanted done that day. After she left one day, I got an email from her about an hour later.

"Dani,

You are more like a sissy housewife to me than my husband. We stopped having sex together over a year ago, but I know you love licking and fucking my panties. I want you wearing dresses at home from now on. And my nylons. My shoes will be too small for you, but I will stop at the thrift store and will find you some heels. Don't feel ashamed. I know this is something we've been both feeling and wanting. You love my clothes and wearing your bra and panty set. Now I want you in a dress, panties, bra and stockings tonight when I get home. Make sure you shave your legs and pubic area. I love you, Dani, but you're a sissy. You should be dressing like one. Don't disappoint me.

Love, Bel"

I didn't respond to her email or even know if I should. I clicked on the return receipt she requested on her email, so she knew I got it. I already felt like her emasculated husband and can't even remember the last time we had normal sex. If I did what she asked of me by obeying her, maybe it would bring us closer, and I would have the chance to have intercourse with her again. On the other hand, if I didn't do it, she would probably be more upset with me and drive us further apart. I didn't want her to take away my wash day privileges with her undergarments either.

I decided to honor my wife's request. Deep down, I knew she was right. I felt like her sissy husband and should be dressing like one. I hated admitting this to myself, but I knew it would be better for both of us like this.

I went to her closet to pick out something that would fit me, and I could wear. I found her yellow sundress and laid it out on the bed along with a yellow bra, yellow panties and suntan colored thigh-high stockings. I showered and then carefully shaved my public hair, genitals and my legs. After I got dressed, other than my non-passable face and hair, from the neck down, I actually looked and felt very feminine and immediately became hard in my wife's panties.

I heard Bel's car pull into the garage and I nervously greeted her at the door with a glass of wine. I wanted her to be happy with the decision I made to follow her email directions. She looked me over but said nothing. She kicked off her heels, took the glass of wine and handed me a bag. They were size 10 black 3" heels. She said, "Put these on and meet me in the living room."

I was wobbly but made my way to the living room. She was sitting on the couch and said, "Stand in front of me, Dani." I stood in front of her.

"Dani, be truthful and you'll be rewarded. First, I'm glad you followed my instructions for you. Isn't this better for you?"

"I guess so."

"Dani, isn't this better for us? What we both want?"

I stuttered, "I...I...guess so."

"Do you feel better wearing women's clothes?"

"I suppose so...yes."

"Dani, do you want to be my housewife at home? Do the cooking, the cleaning, the chores? My laundry? Answer truthfully. I know you do."

"I like doing those things for you, yes."

"And those are usually wifely chores in a marriage, wouldn't you say?"

"Yes, I suppose they are."

"So, we would consider you to be more wifely than manly, would you agree? Womanly?"

"Ummm, yes, Bel."

"So, housewife is appropriate, is it not?"

"Yes, that's fair."

"And if we told our friends that you were my housewife, what do you think they would call you?"

"Ummmm...I don't know."

"Oh, come on, Dani! A husband who wears dresses and panties and cooks and cleans? What would you call someone like that?"

"I guess a 'sissy'?"

"That's right, Sweetie. A sissy. So, what do sissies wear?"

"Female attire? Women's clothes?"

"See, Dani? You do understand and explained it to yourself. So do you understand why I have you dressed like this now?"

"Yes."

"Ok, Dani, now listen to me carefully. You know we don't have sex anymore. And I don't want to anymore. But you'll have your own feminine clothes to wear and my panties, my nylons, and bras to wash every week. And I'll let you masturbate when I feel you deserve it. No one will need to know you're a sissy housewife in our home and that we don't have sex. You've never been much of a manly husband, and it's always been less than satisfactory in the bedroom. So, you won't have to even think about sex anymore. I know doing my laundry will still make you horny and masturbation will take care of that. This will all be best for our marriage. I know you agree."

"Yes, Bel."

"Good. Now take off your dress. Let me see how well you shaved."

I took off my dress and laid it on the chair. Bel had me move in closer to her.

"Take your panties down, Sissy."

I lowered my panties. My little dick was hard and sticking nearly straight out. Bel told me to lift my balls. She wanted to see underneath.

She said, "All that smoothness is so feminine. It's going to feel wonderfully soft when you fuck my panties, Baby. That's what you want isn't it? That's how you love to have sex with me? By fucking my panties?"

"Oh, my, yes, Bel! More than anything!"

I waited for her to say more; to tell me more; maybe the reward she mentioned. She looked right past me at the TV and said, "We'll see. Maybe later. I assume you have dinner ready?"

I said, "Yes, shortly."

"Good," she said. "I'm going to finish my wine." She opened her purse and handed me her lipstick. "A little lipstick is always nice, Dani, and shows me how much you care about us. I don't care for make-up, but lipstick should be part of your daily wardrobe, just like putting on your panties!" I took the lipstick and went off to the kitchen to finish dinner.

Wash day is usually every Friday night, and I have trouble waiting the whole week, but it's worth it to me. On Fridays, when she gets home from work, after dinner, Belinda allows me to reach up under her skirt and remove her stockings or pantyhose and then her panties. I can feel the warmth emanating from her pussy and ass as I pull them down from around her waist. She likes to taunt and tease me. She'll pull up her skirt and allow me to sniff around her pussy. She'll say things like, "Don't touch me, but you can go ahead and smell how hot and wet my pussy is from being in my pantyhose all day. Get a good sniff."

There is quite a pungent aroma, but I'm hot as a dog in heat as I sniff and smell her moist, damp pussy. The combination of perspiration, traces of salty urine, and pussy love juice is intoxicating to me. She likes to spread her legs and have me sniff around underneath as well. Then she turns around, bends over and says, "Lick my ass. Kiss my ass cheeks and lick my ass. Work your tongue up my ass, Sissy. How do you like my hot, smelly ass? Get your tongue in my asshole as deep as you can and hold it there. That's the way I like it. Lick it good and then you can get busy on my laundry, while I watch some television."

Usually after I've laundered her underclothes, my wife allows me to masturbate. It keeps me from asking for sex with her which I know she would refuse anyway. She makes me promise that I won't do it any other times, or she will stop the whole thing. Sometimes she even checks my own panties looking for signs of any cum stains that might indicate that I've been masturbating. I know I should feel degraded or angry, but at least I get relief. Sometimes, she tells me to put my hand down the front of my panties and rub myself. She encourages me by saying things like, "Jack-off in your panties, Sissy. I want to see you mess yourself and cum in your pretty panties. Show me how you can fill up your underpanties with your cum for me." She snickers at me when I begin to cum, and the wet spots appear on the outside of my panties. When I cum, I usually soak the entire front of the panties until it nearly oozes out the sides. Sometimes I'm required to wear them like that, soaked full of my own cum, until I've finished her laundry. Then Belinda has me slip them off afterwards and wash mine along with finishing hers.