Please read Part 1, My wife's perspective first.
Johnnie's perspective
If you read my wife's version about how much I enjoyed wearing her panties please let me explain myself. Not only did Cin help me realize and accept my fetish but she freed my inner submissive and bisexuality.
I'm not here to refute nor challenge Cin's interpretation of anything. It's all true, what she wrote I mean. But she ended my journey's tale before it even really began. I wish only to explain my actions and hope there are others out there who have enjoyed the pleasures I have. And to those whose fear will not permit them to celebrate their fetishes I say please put your fear aside and allow yourself the pleasure of being who you really are.
I have, from my earliest memories really liked seeing girls in their panties. From that first glimpse in Jr High school I was hooked. The girl next to me had one foot on the floor and the other on the rung of her chair when she turned to face me during a lull in class. There, under her dress I saw her lite blue panty covered crotch. Even though she flashed me quite by accident I was fascinated. From then on my panty fetish grew.
If I had been honest with myself I would have had my own panties once I moved out of my parents house. Instead, I pushed those prurient thoughts back and chased pussy. I was a hound dog. I fucked any woman who slowed down in front of me.
Over the years I married and divorced twice. Those marriages just didn't work out. My first wife left me for some guy she knew from college. My second wife refused to dress in sexy lingerie and after we were wed treated our sex life like it was a burden she had to bear. It was me who parted her company. Wishing her well I moved on.
I dated / fucked a lot of different women after that. I also worked hard and steadily worked my way up the corporate ladder. I was making good money when I met Cindy.
I was in a bar with a couple buddies, one of them just happened to be Tom. Cindy walked right up to me and slipped me her phone number. She made a wise crack but I can't remember what she said.
I did call... two weeks later. I asked her to join me for dinner and I picked her up the following evening.
I didn't have to worry about her being a drab, sexless woman. She was wearing a mini-skirt that first date. At the restaurant I hurried to open the car door for her and caught the sight of her red panties under that short skirt as she exited the car. "Alright!", I thought. "This could be something special."
We were seated in a small two top in a corner. Cin was and is an out going woman. She had no problem initiating the conversation. She would also steer the topic in the direction she wanted. She wanted to know all about me but didn't allow me to monopolize the conversation.
I wanted to know all about her and when, after a couple drinks gave me the courage I asked her if she always wore red panties.
Cin gave me a wicked smile and had a gleam in her eye. "So you noticed. Were you peeping under my skirt you perv?"
I knew she was kidding because her next move was to place her bare foot in my crotch. I was surprised but kept my cool. I'd been with any number of women over the years but none had so brazenly taken control of the situation like she did.
We went back to my place as soon as we paid the tab. Our love making was almost fierce. We were all over each other. I remember kneeling, raising her mini skirt and licking her pussy through those red panties before sliding them down and off. We fucked like rabbits that night and every night after that.
Cin always wore sexy underwear and it was becoming difficult to beat back my panty fetish.
There were times when we shared our bed with others and watching her get laid by another man was super arousing. Seeing a cock part her labia and bring her off was almost enough to make me cum.
I watched as my friends enjoyed my girl and when I found myself alone would jack off to the thoughts of her enjoying men other than myself. In my mind I would see the throbbing erection entering my woman, claiming her pussy as his for that moment. It was no surprise when we had a couple over and Cin and the other lady engaged in a 69. They lay on their sides as I fucked one and her husband fucked my then fiancé. Later that same night when the lights were off and we four were tangled in passion I accidently reached out and wrapped my hand around a cock that wasn't mine.
I was shocked when I realized what I was holding and let go immediately. It wasn't that I was grossed out. I just didn't want the others to see or know what I'd done. I had few hang ups but being considered bi-sexual was one of them. Still, I never have forgotten how it felt to hold that erect dick in my hand. And yes, I have masturbated recalling the events of that night.
Cin and I married a year or so after we first met and it was and still is great to have her in my life. She's a take charge kind of girl. After making tough decisions all day at work it's a relief to have Cin take the lead at home.
Our sex life stayed as active as ever and Tom soon became a semi-regular visitor. I felt comfortable with Tom and Cin did as well. He was single and played the field as any red blooded man would. Still, I think Cin was his favorite fuck.
The day Cin made me face my fetish and accept it started like any other. But over coffee when she brought up my fondness for panties I tried to deny it. It was hard for me to admit it. Then she laid out that array of red, black and leopard panties and had me kiss them and hold them to my face as she went down on me. The cat was out of the bag.
Convincing me to wear them was easy. It was what I wanted deep in my soul. She knew red was my fav and Cin pushed the right button.
No man wants his woman to look down on him and have her think he's less than the man she thought he was. That fear made me reluctant at first to wear her panties when we had sex. But after she convinced me that it would be hot for her to see me in panties I put them on. It was heaven. I can't explain it to you. I don' think 500 psychiatrists could do it any better than Cin. But when she told me it would be our secret and she wanted me to be happy it freed me to indulge in my fetish.
When she presented me with those light blue panties for Valentine's Day I pretended to be upset. I didn't let on how excited I was for her to allow me to own my own panties. At her insistence I began to trim my pubic hair for a neater appearance.
Soon I began to wear panties under my business clothes. I was erect most of the time feeling the smooth silky feeling of panties on my ass and dick. They cradled my balls softly and I often wondered what the employees at my job would say if they knew what I had on. I sometimes imagined getting caught by a male co-worker and being verbally humiliated by him. It was enough to make me cum with very little masturbation.
The night we went out and met Tom in the bar was like I was subconsciously trying to get caught. I mean I wasn't trying to come out but some where deep in me the submissive demanded attention. I needed to be what I was born to be.
Still, it wasn't on purpose that I let Tom in on Cin's and my secret. But once Cin told me to leave them I was a man on fire. I'd already had his cock in my mouth. The sub side of me was free. After eating his cum from my wife and cleaning his cock I knew what I needed to be happy. I left the couple alone and went into the bathroom to masturbate. It was in tears of joy that I brought myself off remembering how sexy I felt wearing panties and sucking Tom's cock.
As Cin said in her missive it became a regular thing for me to blow Tom after that night. When the first time he fed me his sperm I knew I would have to have that again. Cin enjoyed seeing Tom dump his load in me and assured me that she was fine with it.
