I had told my wife of my panty fetish long before our marriage. I explained that I was heterosexual, but had worn panties most of my life. They were exciting, daring, sexy, a small part of my life I could control. She asked me what my most extreme fantasy with my panties was and I quietly told her it was to be forced to show my panties in public. Not really humiliated, but maybe forced to walk the length of a mall or some trails in a distant park. She smiled. To my relief she lovingly accepted my fetish and arrived on her next visit with a gift of several pair of high-cut panties. They were beautiful and she daringly displayed the pair she was wearing, then asked me to wear the matching pair. My fears were erased and my cock grew harder, I slipped the bright pink panties on and she rubbed her pussy against my hard cock, teasing us. "Later..." she promised.
As our relationship progressed, we became more daring, often spending summer weekends wearing nothing but panties and maybe T-shirts. She was gorgeous, her full breasts swayed and her large nipples hardened. We even made short trips outside in the evening, checking the mail, watering plants, etc. I loved seeing men watch her and loved even more when traffic slowed as they saw me. We had begun playing with a fantasy, of me watching another man or men fuck her and it always produced powerful orgasms for both of us. Afterward, we would re-affirm our feelings for each other and agreed we only wanted each other, falling asleep in each other's arms. Her love for me was unquestionable and mine for her was deep and sincere. During one of these fantasies, she daringly told me her imaginary lover was getting her pregnant, and we both had tremendous orgasms.
"Someday Love, we're going to do that." She promised. Our fantasies were becoming bolder.
One night, I awoke to the sound of my wife slipping into the bedroom. She'd worked late, but it was several hours later than usual. She carefully sat on the edge of the bed and the sheets rustled against her clothes. She was undressing as she bent to kiss me.
"Hi Swee, sorry I'm so late."
I kissed her and smelled the pungent odor of perfume, sweat, and something else, the unmistakable smell of sex. Even in the darkness I could see her hair was a mess and her clothes disheveled. She kissed me again, deeper. She pushed me back on the bed kissing me deeply, pulling my tongue into her mouth. She was aroused and very sexy, undressing as she climbed into bed with me.
My mind reeled, twisting, churning, a mass of emotion, she had done it. We often played the fantasy, but fantasies were safe, but now...? I was hurt, jealous, angry, confused and my cock was hard as a rock. She reeked of sex. Did she use any protection? Did she still love me? I started to speak.
"Sshhh..." she held a finger to my lips and kissed a trail down to my cock.
"Ooh..." I held her, caressed her. She wore a satin chamisole and matching panties and my hands roamed freely. Below her panties I found the tops of her lace top stockings. Her nipples were hard erasers and I could see a hickey, dark on her throat. My hands slid to her pussy. She was soaked, and very slippery. She moaned as I caressed her wet panties.
My wife moved back up to my lips and climbed onto me, humping her wet pussy on my leg for a moment. She reached down and slid one leg out of her panties and deftly rolled her hips until my cock nestled between her pussy lips. They were swollen and soft and I humped against her clit.
"Oooohhh...." She pinned my shoulders to the bed, watching my eyes as she rubbed her clit against my cock. She was soft and very wet, her pussy warm and open. She rose up slightly and teased the head of my cock, bumping it in and out of her wet pussy.
"Ooohh Lover, I am sooooo full of cum...."
"Ooohh God, Oh yes..." I moaned, holding her ass and feeling her pussy squeeze as she rode me. She gently eased over me, watching my eyes and humping her wet cunt over my cock. I felt her clit rub against me and I was fully inside her.
"Ohh God... your pussy feels sooo good..."
"Ooohh Hon, I know you like this. Your cock is soooo hard. You feel sooo good inside my cum filled pussy and I know you want this. Ooohh... they fucked me again and again...it felt soooo good."
"Oohh God, my gorgeous wife. Did you pull them into you when they came?"
"Ooohh yes, I love feeling their cum stream into me." She rotated her full pussy down against me, rubbing her clit on my pubic bone. "It feels soooo good, we never use protection..."
"Ooohh God, do I know them?" I moaned, my cock thrusting deep inside her.
"Yes, oh yessss... and I'm going to fuck them again, and again..."
"Oooohh... I'm cumming, yes, I'm cumming in your full pussy... oh god..." I humped into her and my cum streamed into her wet cunt again and again.
"Oh Lover... Oh Hon... yes, cum in me... yes, you like fucking my full pussy, don't you?"
"Uh huh," I grunted my answer, too weak to move. She lay down on me and we slept as I softened inside her.
The next morning I was quiet, still thinking about last night's discovery. My wife was loving and thoughtful, but still excited. She assured me she still loved me and held and kissed me.
We had planned our camping vacation beginning the next day and my wife had planned everything, and I mean everything. She'd promised a special treat, but I had to do as I was told. All she would tell me was that it was something we had fantasized about many times.
