I should start by saying that I don't have a panty fetish, I have a nylon fetish. I love all things made of nylon, panties, slips, nightgowns and all other items made of that wonderfully soft fabric. I am however not a cross dresser. I have tried women's clothing on once or twice in the privacy of my home, but I have never had the desire to go out and it really didn't do anything for me. I have also never put on makeup or wigs. I just enjoy the feeling of nylon on against my body. I do sometimes put on the lingerie while I am in the throes of masturbation, but I have never had the desire to do anything else.
My fetish started when I was very young, I remember sneaking into my mother's room and snatching a pair of her panties from the hamper or her dresser and laying them on the floor. I would then lie on top of them and rub my penis back and forth. The feeling was exquisite, and I did it as often as I could.
Later I discovered that she had slips and nightgowns made of the same wonderful material. Again, I would lay them on the floor and rub my penis on them, due to the size of the material it felt even better because the silkiness on my stomach and legs seemed to intensify the feeling. I then discovered more ways to pleasure myself; my mother always had the softest and smoothest panties, slips and nightgowns. Once I was able to achieve orgasms it got even better but I had to be more careful so as not to make a mess.
I never got caught until I was in my teens when my mother found her long, silky, blue nightgown in my room, she told me that what I was doing was perfectly normal but that she didn't want me getting into her things. Of course that didn't stop me. Later, my brother walked into my room while I was getting busy with a pair of my mother's panties and looking at women's underwear in a catalog. I was very embarrassed but that did not stop my lust of all things silky either.
My love for women's under things has also extended to all of my previous girlfriends and their lingerie drawers. I have used panties, nightgowns and slips from all my former lovers, unbeknownst to them. I have even filched some of these items from various sources and I have luckily never been caught. I keep them as long as I can, but I usually have to throw them away before they are found. My fantasies are so far unfulfilled, but the first one starts off as most of them do, getting caught red handed by my wife.
I am sitting at the computer, my wife left a few minutes ago. I have already found one of my favorite web sites; it is a lingerie site of course. I have decided to splurge today, and I have taken all of her nightgowns out as well as all her slips, unfortunately my favorite slip is currently on my wife. I also have a pair of her panties out in case I find a need for them. I have spread them all out on the bed so that you can't see the top of the bedspread.
I took one of the nightgowns and I currently have it wrapped around my pole, slowly stroking it up and down. Sometimes I wear her panties, and I rub the two nylon garments together over my dick. I haven't done that this time I am just using one of her gowns that I got her a couple of years ago. She doesn't wear it much and it and as well as all her gowns are still in excellent condition. I am continually buying her more lingerie, and she has amassed quite a collection.
So, I am sitting there reading some very sexy letters about guys and girls finding the joy of nylon. I have really started to get into it when I hear my wife behind me asking, "What is going on here?" I turn and I realize that she has come home early; I am so mortified that words just won't come out. She tells me that she has had suspicions about my lingerie fetish for a while and that she was hoping to one day find out if her suspicions were correct. I can't believe that after all this time and with all my precautions that I am sitting here in front of my wife, naked with one of her gowns wrapped around my now quickly deflating cock.
Then she does something that just floors me. She gets a wicked little smile and asks me which piece of lingerie is my favorite. I tell her that I like what she looks like in all her lingerie. She says that is not what she meant and that I know what she is talking about. I tell her that I enjoy her cream-colored nightgown and her white slip the most and that they are just so soft, and that they feel good against my skin. She reaches back, unzips her dress and lets it fall to the floor. She is now standing there with her bra, slip, pantyhose and shoes on. She then says to me "You mean this slip?" I just nod my head in approval. She hooks her fingers into the waistband of the slip and lets it fall to the floor. She bends over, picks it up and walks over to me, she kneels down and grabs the nightgown from my hand.
The she looks up at me and says, "I love you and I want to please you, I will do just about anything you want to do sexually. I wish you had told me about this before so that I could have shared in this part of your life sooner. I am willing to do this for you, but I do have one stipulation." I ask her what she means, and she says, "If we do this you have to make me one promise." I told her I would do anything. She says very firmly "No more porn, you know how I feel about it and if you want me to do this then you must promise." I tell her that this is what I want more than anything and that if this is what I have to do then I will stop looking at anyone other than her.
She then wraps her slip around my pole and starts to stroke me very slowly. After a few minutes she looks up into my eyes and sees how much I am enjoying myself. She knows that I love it when she talks dirty to me, so she says, "Your dick is so hard! Is this what you've been wanting? You obviously like it when I stroke you with my slip!" She continues to stroke me and after a while she moves her slip so that she can see the tip of my hard cock. She tells me that she has never seen me this hard before and that stroking me with her slip that it apparently must be doing something for me. She then bends her head down and starts to lick the head of my penis. I am in heaven.
After a few more minutes of this I tell her that I don't think I can take much more. She stops and stands up, looks over at the bed and asks if I want to move over there. I look at the bed and nervously realize that I remade the bed with her other nylon gowns and slips. She pulls me up and leads me by my hand over to the bed. She says she likes what I did with the bed and asks if she should stay dressed the way she is or if I would like her to change. I tell her that she can take off her bra and pantyhose but that I would like her to leave her shoes on.
