Wife's Panties + Friend = Blowjob

I should start by telling you, that I never wanted anything like this to happen. I wasn't bisexual. I wasn't kinky. I was what most people would consider vanilla. However, on a Friday night in summer, I wound up sucking my friend's cock, while he sniffed my wife's worn panties, and talked sexually about her until he came in my mouth.

I was 35 years old, and my wife was 34. We had been married for 7 years.

My wife is cute. She's 5'2. Brown hair, brown eyes, a little chubby, with 38DD tits, and a lovely round little ass.

She wouldn't dress sexy, or show off, but I would catch other guys checking her out now and then. It never bothered me, but it also never did anything for me either.

I had recently reconnected with my friend Jake from college. I hadn't seen him in a few years. When I ran into him at a bar, we exchanged information, and over the next 6 months we started to reconnect. We would golf together, grab drinks, and even had a few double dates with our spouses.

Jake was a great guy. I always thought he was one of the nicest guys I knew. The only thing I considered to be a flaw with Jake, is how he acted when he would get drunk. I remember in college the many times he would drink too much, and be very obnoxious and inappropriate, talking about the latest girl had hooked up with. It didn't necessarily bother me a whole bunch, and all our guy friends would egg each other on for details anyway. I never really participated in that. When I would run into Jake the day after we would be drinking, he would often seem regretful for how he had behaved, which I always thought was cool.

I had noticed when Jake and I hung out, he would only have a drink or two at most, and then switch to water, or soda. I didn't really give much thought to that at the time.

Up until this point, Jake had never been to my house. When my wife told me about her plans to spend the night with her cousin who lived a few hours away, I had asked Jake if he wanted to come over and watch a baseball game.

It was a Friday night and Jake was going to be over around 7. I got stopped at the store after work and made stocked up on beer and snacks. I got home just before 6 to see my wife coming out of our full downstairs bathroom, just having showered. She went upstairs to get ready and was out the door before Jake came over.

Around 7:15 Jake arrived with a pizza in hand. We grabbed a couple slices and sat down in our living room. I told him I was going to grab a beer and offered him one. He seemed to hesitate, but then said sure. As we watched the game and continued to shoot the shit, I was getting myself another beer and again offered one to Jake. He again hesitated for a moment before telling me he'd love one.

A little while later, Jake stood up and grabbed his plate, as well as mine and took it into the kitchen. When he came back, he had another round for beers for us. I noticed that he was drinking this one relatively fast. I wasn't even halfway done, when he asked if he could have another one. I had more than enough and let him know he can help himself. When he came back with a fresh one, he explained it's been a long time since he's gotten a good buzz, and he missed how it felt.

As the night wore on, both Jake and I were knocking them back, talking about our college days, barely paying attention to the game. We talked about some of the girls we knew, and Jake had started to share intimate details about them. We then talked about our wives, and he explained that he loved his wife, but that ever since having kids, their sex life has dwindled. He said it wasn't a real issue, but it made him feel like a pervert because he felt like he checked out any woman he came in contact with.

He asked me about my sex life with my wife, and I let him know that we still had sex 1-2 times a week. He seemed surprised and told me how jealous he was. It was this moment; he made his first comment about my wife. "I didn't think your wife was the type to give it up so much. You're a lucky man." I kind of laughed and said "Thanks. I am lucky." He then took it further. "I hope I'm not being too forward, but she's got a great body too. She's low key sexy, you know? She can't hide that ass of hers if she tried." and started to laugh.

While I didn't really feel uncomfortable or upset by this comment, it did catch me off guard, which he seemed to notice. He started to apologize for talking about her like that, but I brushed it off, letting him know I wasn't bothered at all, and insisted he was right about her, and her ass.

He laughed and again grabbed us another beer. I thought when he came back, he would change subjects, but he again brought up my wife. "Well does she give you blowjobs?". I didn't want to make him feel bad again, so I answered. "Yeah. I mean, it isn't a frequent thing, but maybe 1-2 times a month." He again acted surprised by this and said "Wow! My wife hasn't given me a blowjob in over a year! Your wife is blowing you a couple times a month? Does she swallow?" I nodded and laughed, and he laughed with me "Good girl! Your wife is a good girl!!"

While I never talked this explicitly with my friends before, I understood that this was still normal. Guys being guys. But a few minutes later Jake defintiely crossed the line. And while it made me feel uncomfortable, I didn't stop the conversation, or let him know I felt weird about it.

"Does she shave her pussy?" I thought I misheard him and told him what he said. "I asked if your wife shaves her pussy. Or does she let it go?" I must have looked surprised by this, but he just looked at the television. "Um. Yeah. Yeah. She keeps herself shaved." And for some reason I decided to add. "She gets waxed once a month, so it's always quite smooth." He loved this. "Fuck man. I loved a smooth cunt. Like I said. She's a good girl." He then asked, "So what's her pussy like?" but he said it so casually. I quickly thought this must be normal conversation for guys. I didn't really know what he meant. So, I said "I mean it's...nice?" And he looked at me and kind of laughed. "I'm sure it's nice. But describe it. You know. Does her clit hang out? Is she an Innie?" I found myself imagining what her pussy looks like, not wanting to look stupid as I described it for him. "Well yeah, she has a pretty big clit. Her lips really get big when we are fooling around. She.." and he cut me off "It sounds like she has a meaty pussy? Like a nice fat clit and pussy lips?" and I thought that was a fair description. So, I said "Yeah, I guess you can say that." He loved this. "I knew it! She seems like she'd have a nice plump cunt. Those are my favorite."

I couldn't really understand why, but I found myself enjoying talking about my wife like that. I enjoyed him asking these questions and sharing these intimate details about her. I found myself getting horny, and hard. And I wondered if Jake was feeling the same.

I wanted to seem like I was curious about his wife too, which I was, so I asked him. "So, what about your wife? What's hers like?" And he kind of sighed and said "It's not bad. It's different now that she's had kids. It's not like I see it often, but when I do, she always has stubble going on. Consider yourself lucky man." He immediately turned it back to my wife.

"Does your wife like to be fucked from behind?" And I told him that she does. That she loved it, which she did. He said "Fucking right man. I hope you spank that ass." My wife enjoyed being spanked. This was probably the kinkiest thing we did. She would ask me to spank her hard. I found myself almost bragging about it. "She actually loves it. Whenever we have sex and do doggy, she tells me to spank her. She'll want to be spanked a few times at least. And she likes it hard. Like it will hurt my hand I slap it so hard sometimes." He kind of laughed to himself again. "Well, you know why she likes that right? She wants to be treated like a slut. I mean think about it. Your wife is a sweetheart. She's one of the nicest women I know. But deep down? She's a little freaky slut. Do you ever choke her or call her names?" And I said "No no I really don't think she'd like that. I think spanking is probably her limit." And he scoffed. "I'm telling you man. She wants to be treated like a slut. She'd love it. She's not as innocent as you think. Remember when we went out at the end of May? She had those tight black pants on? When we were approaching you guys at the bar, I couldn't help but check out her ass, and she noticed me. She looked at me and quickly looked away. She loved that I was checking her ass out."

When he said this, I was shocked. I couldn't imagine my wife being pleased by my friend, or anyone, openly checking her out and actually enjoying it. He must have sensed my surprise and assured me "Hey man, I'm not saying she is a slut. She liked getting checked out, so what? What woman doesn't? But I could tell that she was a firecracker in the bedroom. I'd love to spank that ass of hers. I'm telling you. Treat her like a little slut next time. She will love it."

This talk had my cock rock solid now, but I also really had to pee. I started to walk to the bathroom, which we both were using when he loudly said "Ah damn! You beat me to it! I really have to piss!" I yelled out to him that we had another bathroom through our kitchen that he could use.

I finished up and thankfully my cock wasn't as hard, but I was still horny, secretly hoping we would continue to talk about my wife. After about 5 minutes, Jake still hadn't come back, and I was wondering why he was taking so long. He finally came out a couple minutes later and he seemed all flush. I jokingly asked him if he fell in. He seemed hesitant to say anything. I gave him a puzzled look and said "What?"

He then reached into his pocket and pulled out what looked to be a pair of panties. When I looked at them closely, I noticed that they were my wife's panties. They were a lacy black pair of boy shorts. He held them up and said "I'm sorry man! But I went to take a piss and I saw these on the floor, and I couldn't help but pick them up. I'm sorry. I hope you aren't too mad at me. All this talking and drinking has me feeling kind of horny." I then remembered that my wife had taken a shower in that bathroom earlier that night, and she probably forgot to pick them up before she left. I hadn't used that bathroom, so they remained there until now.

I kind of looked at him and said "Oh jeeze, sorry about that. I didn't realize she had left them in there." He replied "Oh you don't have to be sorry! This is a treat. Your wife was wearing these today?" And I nodded "yeah, she changed before she left. I can take them and toss them in the laundry." He continued holding them and said "Well wait. Do you mind if I give them a little whiff?" I looked at him and said "A whiff? Why would you want to smell her dirty underwear?" He looked at me like I was crazy. I wasn't naive. I was aware smelling worn panties was a fetish, but I never really understood it, and just assumed used panties would smell kind of gross.

He said "Are you serious? I love the smell of worn panties! Knowing that a woman's cunt was pressed up against these all day is fucking amazing. And look.." he opened up my wife's panties to show me the crotch. There appeared to be a whitish discoloration. "See that? She was fucking wet today." And then he brought them up his nose and took a deep inhale. "Fuck!!! Her cunt smells amazing!! You've never sniffed her panties before?!" I shook my head. "Here, smell them." And he tossed them to me. I felt weird looking at her dirty underwear, but I took a whiff. They smelled strong and pungent. They didn't smell bad, but they didn't really smell good to me. I put them down. He told me to hand them back. "Here let me see them again." I handed them to him, and he again started smelling them. "Her cunt smells so fucking good." He had them pressed up against his face.

What he did next completely blew my mind. He held them inside out and ran his tongue up the center. I stared at him in disbelief. He moaned and told me "Oh she fucking tastes so good." as he just started to lick her panties like an ice cream cone. I felt a little grossed out, but also completely turned on. My cock was throbbing. He looked at me and said "You like this? Watching me stick my tongue where your wife's wet cunt was all day?" and I blankly nodded. He continued to sniff them and started to unbuckle his pants. I froze and thought, there's no way he's about to do this. But he soon had his cock out. It was so hard. He was a little bigger than me, probably around 7" and seemed pretty thick. What I noticed most was how veiny he was. He pulled his pants down to his thighs and then wrapped the panties around his cock and started stroking himself. I couldn't help but watch and didn't have any words to say. He looked at me and said "You don't mind, right? I know you don't. Your cock is probably just as hard as mine. Talking about your wife all night. You want to take yours out? Go ahead."

But I just sat there and watched. I felt a mix between ashamed and horny. But I couldn't look away. He was pumping his cock with my wife's panties. He then started talking about her. "Anytime we've hung out I've stared at your wife's fat ass any chance I could. You think this is the first time I've stroked my cock thinking about her? Now that I know she's a nasty little slut with a fat cunt I'm going to cum thinking about her all the time. You like that don't you?" I just stared at him. He said louder. "Well???" And I broke out of my trance and nodded.

He then suggested "I bet your wife left those there hoping I'd find them. She probably was wet all day thinking about leaving these for me. She loved when I checked her out. She knows it wasn't the only time I've checked her out." I desperately wanted to pull my own cock out and start stroking it, but I also felt shy and insecure because he was a little bigger.

It was then he said, "If you aren't going to stroke your cock why don't you suck mine for a bit?" I gave him a shocked look and finally spoke. "What??! Are you serious?! I'm not gay!" He replied confidently. Logically. "I know you aren't gay. I'm not gay either. But you obviously enjoy letting me talk about your wife. You enjoy watching me stroke my cock while I lick and sniff her panties. Come on man. Be in the moment. This isn't going to ever happen again. Let yourself enjoy it."

For whatever reason, what he had said seemed to resonate with me. I found myself wanting to suck his cock. I never once imagined sucking one before, but now I desperate to feel him in my mouth.

I didn't say anything as I awkwardly got on the floor. He stood up and removed his pants and sat back down. He motioned me forward and I got between his legs. I slowly reached out and grabbed it. Feeling another cock in my hands for the first time. It felt so thick and hard, and warm. I could feel the veins in his cock. I slowly stroked it. He put the panties against his face and said "Suck it. I'm going to imagine it's your wife sucking my cock since she loves sucking dick so much." And without thinking any further I leaned down and started to suck it.

I didn't know what to expect, but I found myself loving how it felt. How it tasted. The way it filled my mouth. I started to bob my head up and down, not sure if I was doing good. He then told me "Ahh fuck yeah..you sure you never did this before?" And I felt. Proud.

I continued to suck him when he told me to slow down. "Take it easy. Lick it. Enjoy it." So, I stopped sucking it and used my tongue to trace his length. I loved feeling the outline of his veins as my tongue glided over them. I kissed his cock. I felt like something had come over me. I felt like it was my goal to please him. He approved of my enthusiasm by moaning.

"Okay put it back in your mouth." Which I did. I started to suck him again. Bobbing up and down. My mouth felt like it was getting sore, but I didn't care. I wanted to keep sucking him for as long as I could. I looked up and saw the panties covering his face. It looked like he was both smelling and licking them, and it drove me wild. I reached down and started to sub my cock through my pants.

He then started to talk again. "Suck my fucking cock. I never thought I'd come over here and end up with my cock in your mouth talking about what a hot slut your wife is. She's such a fucking little slut. Her cunt tastes so fucking good." I couldn't really understand what he was saying but I felt his cock starting to swell. He then pushed my head away quickly and covered his cock with the panties and I couldn't see the cum filling them up. I started to rub my cock over my pants and ended up cumming in my pants. He stood up quickly and started to get his pants on. I sat back down and sheepishly tried to cover the wet spot on my pants.

I had no idea what to say. He finally spoke. "That was fucking hot. Really fucking hot. Don't feel weird about it. Okay? This shit happens to people all the time. Let's pretend it never happened alright?" And I said "Yeah for sure. Blame the alcohol" and kind of laughed. He said "Exactly! Mind if I grab some water before I get going?" And I said sure. Before he went to get it he tossed the panties to me. "You should probably those bury those in the laundry." As I held them, I felt his cum spilling out onto my hand. I tossed them aside and went to the bathroom. I grabbed the mouthwash and gargled for what felt like 5 minutes. I washed my hands and came out. He was standing near the door with his keys in his hands.

"Okay I'm going to head out. Hey. Remember. This never happened, alright? Why don't we go golfing next weekend and grab some lunch?"

I shook his hand as he left. I grabbed the panties with my fingertips and rinsed them off in the bathtub. I then did as he said and buried them in the laundry. I then stripped myself and took a shower and brushed my teeth. Trying not to think about what just happened.

I laid down and struggled to fall asleep. I kept thinking about it, and my cock was hard.

I pulled my cock out and started thinking about it. Remembering everything he said. It didn't take very long until I came.

It was all I could think about for the next few days. I found myself looking at my wife more, wondering if Jake would think she looked sexy. I looked at her panties every day. Imagining him smelling them and licking them.

We did get together the following weekend and golfed. I was nervous and anxious about how it would go. To my surprise, it felt totally normal. We talked and acted like nothing ever happened. It's been 7 years now and we still haven't brought it up.

But I still find myself reliving that experience while I stroke my cock, sniffing my wife's panties.