Like most things, this journey started with a simple Google search. I've had typical success with things like recipes, vacation secrets, and how-to advice. The how-to advice touched on all elements of my life. One area that was most helpful was navigating relationships. My boyfriend and I were getting into heated arguments as we started to stitch our single lives together, and we had to build a new life together. Luckily, being in our mid-twenties meant we were not set in our ways and were open to seeing one another's perspective. Unfortunately, we kept bumping into things that would trigger those blow-ups. I found an odd bit of advice. When either of us was losing it, the other could point out that they were PMSing and hand them a pad to put on. It recommended the bigger the pad, the better, to provide a regular feeling of the pad in the crotch. It was weird, but strangely effective. Peter was resistant right out of the gate (he would go to another aisle when I bought feminine hygiene products, so it was no surprise), but I convinced him to give it a try. And it worked. He was losing it one breakfast, so I told him to put on a pad. The mere notion calmed him the fuck down. But I pressed, and he put one in his pajama bottoms, and we resolved the problem. As the article said to leave it in for at least an hour or two afterward (to prevent backsliding), he had to put it in his underwear when he got dressed shortly after. Because we were going out shopping, he had it on for an extra three hours (no flare-ups).
We still do this, but I added panty liners when he was only a little grumpy. All in all, we have only used them about 20 times over two years, and some of the time when I said I was PMSing, I was actually having my period, so he ended up appreciating that I can get grumpy when my body is hormonal.
Prior to our wedding, he was really getting stressed and anxious about the costs and his crazy family. By the time I left to go to my family home to get ready for the wedding (halfway across the country), he had been wearing pads for three days. Judging from the empty panty liner box, he likely wore them right up to and possibly on our wedding day.
So, when I was finding that our sex life was feeling like it was becoming routine and had less spark, I went back to Google. I found an article, "Seven Ways to Spice Up Your Sex Life," and followed the link down the rabbit hole.
While most of the suggestions fit into the "already doing it" or "eww, no way" categories, number seven was "Find Your Kink," and it linked to another article. Now, it is important to point out that I am a typical woman who is neither a prude (although a bit straightlaced) nor a living sex toy. I grew up thinking that "kinky" was either way out there or deviant. The article changed my perspective. It said that every kink exists on a continuum and that you need to look to see the range of things you would consider and where you have definitely crossed a line. It outlined that ass play could range from a gentle exterior massage to shoving watermelons up the backside (hard pass, even a small one).
A quick scan of the list of common kinks triggered comparisons to watermelons, or feelings of yuck, ouch, or power games. Having time, I clicked through the links to learn more about each one; if nothing else, I was being thorough. Things like cosplay I already did -- slutty nurse and slutty cheerleader Halloween costumes were too slutty for me to wear out of the house, but they sure made for a fun time. But the article had good information, like even though you do not wear them for a long time, Halloween costumes are cheaply made and do not last. So, my favorite nurse outfit should be replaced with a 'purpose-built' one. Or think about props and scenario extensions to enhance the foreplay and the fun instead of my husband rushing me to bed.
Even though I was giggling at things like furries (too strange for me), being grossed out by feces (pretending to be a baby, sure; cleaning a grown man's shitty ass does not get me in the mood), or learning to tie one another up (seemed like too much work), I was still being turned on by it. My mind was racing to things like -- if one of us was in a diaper, how do you keep piss out of the bed...
My eyes did fix on crossdressing. It ranged from wearing opposite-gender underwear as a prelude to sex to hormones and gender reassignment to living as a different gender than what you had in your pants. I had never really considered how Peter would look in panties, a bra, negligee, baby doll -- my mind was racing again. I liked when he rubbed my tits or ass when I was wearing satin; could his dick and ass feel the same? Would he be aroused by that rubbing? Maybe he could be my slutty nurse. He did have a maid costume that he had bought for Halloween (really, Halloween must be the biggest gateway holiday of them all), but he got sick and never wore it to the party. I was really starting to get excited by the idea. I followed another link and read that plenty of straight guys like to wear panties as a taboo-breaking thing. Reading deeper, to make sure that I was not sending my husband on a path of radical change, I followed a link on how a wife made her husband wear panties on business trips so he wouldn't cheat (save that one for later), or another talked about how her husband became more helpful when she feminized him into wearing panties all the time (not sure this was what I wanted, but help with the dishes might be nice). I was hooked. My man was going to be my panty boy.
I did a lot more reading to see how to make sure I got the results I wanted (more playful sex). How do I do it? There were options like putting all his underwear in the washing machine so he has to wear your panties. Have him lose a bet so he has to model them for you. Tell him his underwear is boring and doesn't arouse you enough, and suggest he look to get something sexier. Or just outright asking what he thinks about frisky sex games in a pair of panties. I opted for the latter.
By the time Peter came home, my juices had been flowing for some time. I suggested we relax a bit before dinner. No surprise, he was down for that. As we were getting undressed, I mentioned that I had ordered something sexy online. While I was looking for options, I read a story about men who wear panties as a part of their sex routine and asked if he had ever thought about wearing girls' underwear (there I did it). He paused for a moment, then grabbed my ass (I had made sure to wear a very sheer red satin bikini panty with nice lace trim), and he said:
"I like grabbing your panty-clad ass. And rubbing it (he was narrating what he was doing) and gently stroking your very wet pussy."
He then reached in and stuck his tongue in my mouth (conversation over. Crap. I hadn't gotten an answer out of him). We kissed and rubbed for a bit, then I became very horny (so was he). I slipped my now very wet panties off and pushed his face into my cunt (he could never bring me to orgasm with his tongue, but he sure liked trying). I then signaled that the main event was coming and rolled him on his back and started to mount him. I then said, maybe men wear panties so they can be the girl on top (I knew he liked to be on top sometimes, but I had better orgasms on top, and he is a man who could ejaculate anywhere). He didn't say anything. Crap. Opportunity lost again. But I had the weekend ahead of us to find another opportunity to solicit him (or maybe we would try that furries thing -- not).
The next morning while he was out for a run, I took every opportunity to move his boxers to the bottom of his drawer (he always grabbed from the top) and put a couple of his low-rise briefs (they were the closest he had to panties) on top. When he came out of the shower, I was waiting and rushed him to get dressed (made an excuse that we had to get going), and he just grabbed the briefs (success). While we were out, I rubbed his ass (not a hard job) and put my hands in his pants (a little harder to do) and then ran my hand along his waistband before giving them a little tug (try doing that in boxers). When we got home, I moved his hand along the lace fringe of my satin panties (I had been wearing them all damn morning) while I ran my hand on his waistband. As he started to peel my panties off, I did the same. After a round of lovemaking, he commented that I was super horny (duh). I told him I wanted sex, so I wore my sexy panties to stay in the mood and to excite him when we got home. Did the panties work for you? He was quick to say they had. I told him that I would wear sexy panties to let him know I wanted to fuck his brains out in the future. He said that that was a great idea.
As we were getting dressed, I left my panty drawer open and then went to the closet to look for something. As he was now closer to the dresser, I asked him to get me my purple panties. The well-meaning guy obliged but was unable to find them (because they were not there). I asked him to look better. He rummaged a bit more, and I came over and reached past him to grab a bright blue pair, saying these will have to do. I got dressed and went downstairs, leaving him to finish getting dressed with the open panty drawer -- the one he had been rummaging in. I hoped the satin, silk, and lace had aroused him -- but he came down as normal (failure). As nothing was coming of my subtle attempts, I felt I needed to increase the frequency of reminders to think panties.
Wanting to keep his few pairs of briefs on top, I increased the laundry frequency. But I had him take the basket up and put away the clothes (slipping in several extra pairs of lacy panties on top). I had switched from wearing white cotton panties (dare I say underwear, as they are not the least bit sexy) to printed panties during the day and switching to satin when I got home from work so he would see them when we changed for bed (or sex and bed).
I had almost given up hope on the subtle approach and was going to move on to one of the other strategies when we were going out for dinner. I had dropped him off at the bank machine before we were going to an early dinner and then a show. When he got back in the car, and we started heading off to the restaurant, he said that he had a naughty secret. I was nervous and a bit excited as I asked what it was. He then proceeded to unzip his fly. As we were at a stoplight, I glanced over (not wanting to be a distracted driver) and saw he was wearing a pair of my panties with little teddy bears on them (success! I had made a panty boy). "What are those?" I exclaimed with glee.
"I am wearing panties like you suggested," he said.
At the next light, I reached into his fly and rubbed the panties. The cotton was already a bit damp with a mix of sweat and precum as it wrapped around a very engorged cock. I played coy. While I mentioned I read an article, I did not know you wanted to try it out.
