I am a raging panty freak. I have been using dirty worn panties to jerk off with since I discovered my mother's hamper at the age of 14. The silkier the better and none of those little thongs, they have to be full cut, or they do nothing for me. It must be because full cut nylon panties were all my mother wore and they are what I cut my teeth on, so to speak. I spent many a night holding the scented gusset of one pair of her used panties under my nose while busting a huge nut into the dirty gusset of another pair. To this day I don't think she ever found out what I was up to or if she did, she never let on. And, let me tell you, there were times when I put her panties back in her hamper completely full and dripping with cum so she must have known. Kinda hot to think that she just washed them and then wore them again for me to abuse later.
Anyway, I digress. I am a happily married man with a penchant for dirty panties. My wife, bless her, allows me to indulge in my fetish and supplies me with dirty silky full cut panties anytime I want. I don't think she has even owned a cotton pair since she married me. There were a few pairs in her panty drawer when I first met her but they are long gone. She has even pilfered a few pairs from her female friends over the years and allowed me to do my thing in them and then put them back when I was done. She even helps me unload in them. Nothing beats that! Having her tease my nuts with her perfectly manicured nails as I blow a huge nut into the dirty panties of one of her friends is totally hot! God I love my wife.
Alright, so you have some background, now to the real story. About six months ago a younger couple moved into the house next door. Both are very nice. She is short, redheaded and a little plump but incredibly cute with an ass to die for. He is a giant of a man. Probably 6'9'' or 6'10" and looks like a linebacker. Big hands, big chest and incredibly built. Like a brick shithouse. Let just say he makes my wife's panties wet when they are in the same room. So I guess you could say he's a looker.
My wife and Barbara, the neighbor, became fast friends even though there was a 15 year age difference. They had coffee together at her house almost every morning after I went to work. About two weeks ago I came home to find my wife sitting on the couch with a pair of pretty yellow shiny briefs dangling from her outstretched finger. She smiled at me and told me they were a pair of Barbara's that she had taken from her hamper that morning when she used the bathroom while having coffee. She thought I might enjoy them and boy was she right. She leaned forward unzipped my suit pants and pulled my ragging hardon from its encampment. She then told me to hold the dirty gusset of Barbara's sweet panties under my nose and sniff on them as she proceeded to give me one hell of a hand job. There was a nice pussy stain in the matching yellow gusset with a few red curly hairs stuck to it as if to reassure me they were Barbara's. I couldn't get enough! I was in dirty panty heaven and was getting ready to blow my load all over my wife when she took the panties from my nose and held the gusset open under my pre cum dripping cock and pulled a HUGE load out of me into the pussy stained panties that belonged to our neighbor. When I was completely drained she folded the panties up, handed them to me and told me that I had to put them back and that it shouldn't be problem since we were going over to their house for dinner.
I quickly went upstairs, changed and put the soaking wet panties in pocket. As I was heading down the stairs, my wife was at the front door waiting and asked if I had the messy panties that needed to go back. I patted my pocket and off we went. During the short walk over to their house, my wife told me that the hamper was in the laundry room which was next to the downstairs bathroom and that I shouldn't have too much trouble getting access to it.
We knocked on the door and Barbara answered. My cock sprang to hardness just looking at her and knowing I had a pair of her dirty panties in my pocket that my wife had just jerked me off into. I could see her VPL through her light summer shorts as she led us into the living room and I wondered what she was wearing now. Barbara told us that Bill, her husband, had to work a little late but should be home shortly. She asked us if we wanted a drink and went to fix us something at the bar. My wife eyed me and did a little nod. This was obviously her way of telling me now was a good time to put Barbara's panties back in the hamper. I told them both that I had to use the little boy's room and Barbara told me it was through the kitchen and to the right. I left them and headed to find the hamper.
As I approached the bathroom I could see the laundry room door open next to it. Peering in cautiously I could see a large washer and dryer at the far end and a very large hamper next to the dryer that was practically overflowing with their dirty laundry. Above the pile was an open chute so they must drop their clothes directly down from upstairs. I thought how easy it was to put them back with all the clothes lying about. I moved toward the hamper and a hint of shiny electric blue caught my eye from the pile of clothes heaping out of the hamper. I couldn't help myself as I reached for it and pulled out another pair of Barbara's dirty panties from the pile. They were identical to the yellow ones I was about to put back except for the color. As they were freed from the pile it caused a shift and some of the clothes on top tumbled off revealing more silken dirty delights. I grabbed several pair in all different colors and patterns. All full bottomed and not a cotton pair in the bunch. I inspected them all and noticed that several pairs had stiff crusted gussets. I thought boy, Barbara must be a squirter if her panties ended up like this. My cock grew that much harder.
I held a stiffened gusset of the blue pair to my nose, took a long pull and was surprised to find that the pussy smell that had been embedded in the yellow ones was not noticeable in these but there was a sweet almost astringent smell to them. I looked in and saw the stain left buy her little pussy and held them up again taking an even bigger pull. There was no pussy but the scent I did smell was not bad and it was somehow familiar. I reached into my pocket and grabbed the soaked yellow pair holding them up for one final inspection before putting them back when I got a whiff of those and realized the smell was familiar because it was the smell of cum. Guy cum. The blue panties I had just been sniffing smelled exactly like the yellow ones I had blown into less than an hour ago. Here I was, sniffing on what was obviously a load that Bill had spilled into his wife's panties and it was turning me the fuck on. And, by the number of crusty gussets I held in my hand, it seemed he did it quite regularly.
My cock which had been hard since Barbara answered the door needed to be let out. I unzipped my pants and began stroking my rigid member with the sticky yellow ones and again sniffed the crusted gusset of the pair I had just found getting even more excited knowing big Bill liked to jerk off and bust a nut into dirty panties like I did.
I was really getting into it and had my eyes closed sniffing hard on the blue panties when all of a sudden I heard keys jangling and the door to the left of the dryer, which I had assumed was a closet, opened up and Bill stepped into the laundry room from the garage. He stood stock still for several moments staring right at me. I didn't know what to do so I just stood there, panties and cock in hand, waiting for him to punch the hell out of me.
"What the fuck are you doing!" he said through clenched teeth.
