Plastic Panties Pot Luck Panties

I could see that my wife's friend, a divorcee who was almost ten years younger than ourselves, felt quite out of place at The Plastic Panties Ladies' Annual Raffle Event. She was avoiding eye contact whilst sitting restless in one of the chairs. The other ladies, including my wife, were talking and laughing to the chink of teacups on saucers and the smell of instant coffee. Ethel was passing around a plate of biscuits. She was making her usual 'Carry-On' lewd jokes to several winks, giggles and the odd elbow.

The raffle tickets were almost folded and shaken in the hat. It wasn't really a hat. We used an empty sweets tub as one. The prizes had been numbered and lavishly arranged on the table behind me.

I felt quite 'out of place' as the only man at The Church Hall event. I also felt somewhat honoured to be asked. I checked that all the toiletries, biscuits, sweets and cosmetics had all their winning numbers again. Then I cleared my throat.

"Ladies. Ladies, may I have your attention, please?"

Ethel was still wandering like Mother Hen. I repeated my request louder. The hustle and bustle subsided as tickets were fished from handbags. A hushed sense of anticipation filled the silenced air.

"Thank you. Well, I think it's time to draw the numbers," I smiled.

"Pop them down your pants," laughed Ethal.

I coloured, thinking I'd heard her wrong.

"I'm sorry? Could you repeat..."

"Pop the tickets down your pants," another lady chuckled.

I looked at my wife who was grinning. Even her athletic, younger friend was paying attention. I admired her taut thighs through her black leggings. I could see her nipples through her tight, navy top. She brushed her shoulder brunette hair from her face and I thought about kissing her neck. Then I realised where I was again. I realised what I should be doing. I decided to humour the younger woman.

I took the sweetie tin, full of raffle tickets, and stretched my waistband on my jeans. The denim rubbed up my PVC briefs. I poured the folded tickets down my trousers. How the ladies clapped. Ethel was the first one out. She fished down my jeans and pulled a ticket out.

"Number 48," she shouted.

My cock awoke as one of the ladies collected a box filled with perfume. She exclaimed how wonderful the prize was as she was the next to have a rummage.

She gingerly rubbed my clear blue-glass plastic panties then pulled out number 17. The next lady did a quick victory dance, in front of her chair, then flew to collect a teddy bear. It didn't take long for the table top to look quite bare. The women were enjoying themselves. My cock was raging.

As the table emptied and my panties were plundered and invaded, I thought about taking my wife's friend doggy style. I could feel her hard nipples now as I cupped her firm, gym-honed breasts. Her tits stretched as she leans on her elbows and my aching cock slides into her eager pussy through one of her PVC Knickers leg. The shiny, noisy plastic sticks to her arse as my balls slam her loosened, kinky gusset. I squeeze and thrust. The sound of plastic wrinkling and pulling fills the hot air. My bum tightens. I pull out and shoot up her fetish wrapped back. I gasp as my spunk rolls down between her legs. I rub the globs of sticky white cum and offer my fingers to her full lips. She tastes it and takes it again.

Back in the room, my cock is straining against plastic. I can feel my pre-cum on my glistening head. My wife smiles. Her friend stands up with a new found confidence. At some point, she'd won a bottle of wine.

I try to back off as the ladies gather round. I bump into the prize table behind me. The ladies push me onto it. They remove my jeans. As they strip down to their lingerie, I swim at all the PVC variations.

The ladies rub and tease. They pull at my kinky knickers. One of the women squeezes my nipple as someone's finger finds my bum-hole. They rub and tease. I wince as I'm spanked. My cock is doing overtime. My shoulders are being massaged as I feel air on my cock. My hot plastic unsticks and I feel the air on my arse.

My wife's friend uncorks and pours wine inside my kink. My cock is being wanked. The prize vino gushes between my cheeks as I shudder. I cry out. My hot love hits several ladies. I try to relax after exploding but they want a second round. As I'm sucked off, I think about fucking my wife and as her friend sucks my balls and massages her clitty. If there's any luck, it will happen one day.