I had rehearsed the conversation in my head at least a hundred times. I painstakingly thought about what words to use, the inflection in my voice, how to lay it all out logically and even what body language to use. I knew the time was right.... tonight, yes, this was going to be the perfect opportunity..... he was having one hell of a good night.
I watched as Bert, my father in law, rolled his fifth straight strike. When Cindy and I first started dating, she told me her father was something akin to a local bowling legend. He had bowled in a pro-am tournament and had several certified 300 games. So early on, I wisely told him I enjoyed bowling, but added I was terrible at it. "No problem," he said, "I can teach anyone how to throw strikes!" And you know, he was right.
When Cindy and I announced our engagement, Bert invited me to join their men's league and Cindy encouraged me to do it. So, it became a family thing every week. Cindy and her mom would join Bert and I at the Brunswick Lanes where we would bowl, drink beer and laugh it up. The funny thing is - I really enjoyed it and Bert turned me into a real bowler. He took me to the pro shop and bought me "The Hammer" (the Holy Grail of bowling balls at that time), and had his buddy Phil drill the holes and nursed me through the pain of a new ball. Bert and I were getting to be pretty good buddies.
Tonight, though, I was going to risk it all in hopes of giving my wife something she always wanted - her father's cock.
Cindy and I have always enjoyed a very full and robust sex life. I never have to beg for sex or try to talk her into it. It's always exciting with her, and we do a lot of things to keep it interesting. She understands and allows my fantasies, just as I understand and allow hers. When I told her of my life long panty fetish, she was perfectly willing to accept and allow it. When she told me about her exhibitionist fantasies, I was more than willing to accept it and "help out" whenever the opportunity presented itself.
About six months after we were married, we went out for dinner and a movie. After dinner, we drove to the theatre only to find that the movie we wanted to see was sold out. So, with nothing to do, we started to head back home. As we drove, I remembered we had talked many times about the local adult store and how we should stop in there sometime to see if there were any interesting toys we might find fun. With nothing else to do, I asked her if now would be a good time to go check it out, and, she happily agreed.
Now, this isn't one of those places with "ADULT" and "XXX" neon signs above the door. It's in a commercial shopping area and we saw younger and older couples in there. As we browsed the store, trying to get up the nerve to wonder over to where the dildos and vibrators were, we came across a display rack that had fantasy costumes. They had all kinds to choose from. There was one that caught my eye – the Naughty School Girl costume.
The ensemble contained white knee high socks, a very short tartan skirt and a stretchy white top with the wide collar the school girls wear. I envisioned my Cindy dressed like that – playing the part of the innocent but naughty school girl, and as I reached out to get a closer look at the costume, she whispered in my ear "That's almost exactly like the one I used to wear when I was in school."
That was all I needed to hear. Smiling, I selected one from the display and replied "Hmm, well you see..... it says right here on the label 'Naughty School Girl'. Were you naughty?"
"If you buy that," she said, "I can almost guarantee you I will be."
I felt my cock surge as I looked at her. There was a sparkle in her eyes and a flush in her cheeks. "You know," I said "naughty girls usually get a spanking."
"Oh, is that a promise?" She asked.
"Absolutely. I might have to pull that little skirt up and take some liberties, too," I answered, "I would have to touch you all over, you know.... all over your little girl panties and between your legs. I might even have to pull your underpants down and confiscate them just to teach you a lesson, you naughty girl."
"Would you make me lie there, over your knee with my skirt pulled up and my panties pulled down while you touched me?" Cindy asked.
Her question didn't need to be answered verbally. I just nodded my head and told her naughty school girls should expect to be punished in many ways. "After all," I added, "they deserve it."
She quickly looked around, and seeing no one near by, grasped my hand and moved it to the bottom of the jean skirt she was wearing. "Feel me," she said, "and see if you think I'm a naughty girl."
I glanced around to make sure we couldn't be seen easily. Since we were shielded by the racks and displays around us, I slowly moved my hand up her skirt and toward her panties. As I got close to her silky covered mound, she shuffled her legs apart to allow my touch. To say she was 'wet' would be an understatement. The crotch of her panties were literally drenched with her juices.
I traced my fingers up her slit, pushing her panties in between her lips and I could feel the wetness saturate the material. Her lips gave way easily, and I paused to momentarily covet the wet, squishy feel of her warmth. It was pure heaven.
Moving my fingers to the side of her gusset, and, pushing under her panties, my fingers were met with a pool of pussy juice. She was indeed sopping wet. Even before my finger slipped between her labia, my hand felt like it was bathing in her wetness. I looked up to see her smiling at me and nodding her head up and down as if to say "Well, what do you think?"
Needless to say, we immediately made our way to the counter, paid for the school girl outfit and high tailed it out to the car. Once there, my hands went directly under her skirt as she spread her legs wide for me. I fingered her outside her panties, and then slipped my whole hand down the front of her silkies and masturbated her to a booming orgasm right there in the parking lot. If the people walking past our car would have looked in, I wouldn't have cared or stopped – we were both so hot and turned on...... and she was drenched..... I simply couldn't stop myself.
Gathering our composure, I started the car and we pulled out of the parking lot and started to make our way back home. As we drove, I matter-of-factly asked her if she wouldn't mind letting me have the panties she was wearing. Of course, what I meant was "Once we got home, could I have your panties?", but, she didn't wait for me to be specific and she immediately started to shift her hips and lift her bottom to remove them.
As soon as she had them off, she turned toward me in the car seat and spread her legs lewdly. Although I could barely see because of the darkness in the car, I know she was intentionally opening her legs and exposing herself simply to tease me. When we got to the next stop light, the street lights at the intersection bathed the car in light. I was blown away to see her leaning back and rubbing her pussy with the panties.
"Jeez," she said, "these are going to be really, really wet by the time we get home. I'm just going to relax and rub them all over my pussy for you. You like that, don't you?"
"You're being a very naughty girl, Cindy." I answered. "You're teasing me and that's not nice. You know very well what that's doing to me, and I can't do anything about it while I'm driving." She reached over to feel the steel pole in my pants and laughed.
"Well," she replied, "when we get home, I guess you're going to have to teach this little school girl a lesson, huh?"
The slinky smile on her face told me that she was enjoying herself. Her exhibitionistic side had kicked in and she was in a seriously playful mood. As I drove, I kept watching as she closed her eyes and settled into a very deliberate masturbation pattern, complete with the sounds of her fingers, wrapped in panties, as they diddled her sopping vagina. Every now and then a moan escaped her lips or she would say something nasty to me like 'Do you want to watch me cum', or 'Should I turn around and let the other cars see me?'
This kind of playful sexiness is exactly what I loved about Cindy. She knew how to turn me on, and could do it at the drop of a hat. When she was aroused, the boundaries were wide and she always tried to draw me into it as deep and, as quickly as possible. This time was no exception and my straining cock would have exploded at the slightest touch.
As soon as we hit the driveway, she threw open the door and ran up the drive toward the house, leaving me to park the car and bring in all our stuff. When I opened the front door, she was standing in the doorway of the kitchen, silhouetted in the bright light behind her. She was completely naked. Her arms, stretched out to her sides, were holding on to both sides of the door frame and her feet were spread wide apart. Dangling down between her legs I could see about four inches of her yellow panties. The rest of her panties were conveniently slid up inside her pussy, leaving just a hint of them hanging out for me to see.
Cindy knows me so well. She knows that seeing her like that will drive me wild. She's trained me to get down between her legs and then lick her until she tells me to stop. Only then can I have her panties as my prize. The rule always was the same: I can't sink my cock into her until I make her cum, draw out her panties with my teeth, and, slather my face with her soaked undies.
"I've been naughty again." She said, smiling at me. I watched as she reached down to her pussy and pushed a little more of her panties up inside her. "Better hurry, baby. They're going to disappear unless you do something to claim them."
I closed the front door, dropped her purse and the package from the adult store in a heap along with my clothes. In a flash, I was on my knees between her legs paying homage to her luscious vagina as I licked and sucked to get my prize. With the stub of her panties in my mouth and my face rubbing up into her, I reached up to cradle her bottom as I began to concentrate on making her cum. Between the nibbling and rubbing of her clit with my nose, and my fingers spreading her butt cheeks open, it wasn't long before I felt her legs buckle and start to give out.
I pulled her down to the carpet with me, guiding her womanhood carefully down to my face. From there, I let her set the pace as she positioned herself on top of me so she could control the pressure on her clit. Shortly after she was settled, she thrust herself down onto my face and came with such force that she almost smothered me.
