My stomach churned into a huge knot as I truly believed if I answered my wife's question honestly, I'd be facing the end of my marriage. As much as I wanted to lie my ass off and deny- deny- deny, I knew she wouldn't have been asking if she didn't already strongly suspect and she probably had proof.
As painful as it was going to be, I decided telling her the truth was my only option.
"Yes," I finally croaked out.
"Thank you for being honest," Tonya replied in a very non committal tone. "I have some questions."
She didn't throw the glass of wine she'd been holding at me. She didn't freak out. I counted them as good signs.
"Ask me whatever you want," I told her.
"How long have you been doing it?" she started.
I should probably clue everyone in on what we were talking about.
It was a normal Friday night.
Tonya, my wife of twenty one years and I had finished dinner and moved to our living room, settling in for the evening with a glass of wine.
I could tell she had something on her mind all evening. She seemed only slightly distracted, so I didn't push it.
"I have a question I want to ask you," she finally said.
"Sure, anything," I told her.
"Have you ever masturbated with my panties?"
My stomach churned into a huge knot....
"You're pissed?" I asked as she stood up.
"Actually, I have to piss," she answered. "But I'm not pissed. A little angry and a little hurt, but we'll talk about that when I get back."
When she came back, five minutes later, I saw she'd changed from her work clothes into her "weekend comfy sweats" and a t-shirt. I noticed by the sway and bounce of her boobs, she'd ditched her bra too.
"Thank you for being honest with me," she started. "I'm not thrilled you were doing things behind my back, but I'm glad I didn't have to drag it out of you. That being said, I have a bunch of questions for you."
I apologized and told her I would answer anything she asked.
"Are you gay?"
"No."
"Are you planning to pull a Bruce Jenner thing on me? Am I going to be one of those wives whose husband decides he wants to be a woman and I either have to live with it or get a divorce?"
"No, I am not."
"So you just wear my things and pretend to be a woman?" she asked.
"Not at all," I told her. "It's only your panties and I just love the way they feel."
"Fair enough," she said. "When did you start doing this?"
This was the question I knew was going to come up and was scared to death to answer.
"When we first moved in together," I told her.
It was a fairly safe version of the truth.
"I don't mean mine," she said. "When did you start wearing panties?"
Shit! I was hoping it wouldn't go that deep....Well in for a penny, in for a pound...
"I started with Lanie's," I admitted, quietly.
It's rough to tell your wife that you used to wear and jerk off in your older sisters underwear.
"I know," Tonya replied. "That's how I found out. She told me about catching you. But she wouldn't go into details. She just said she caught you, that it didn't bother her and that she would loan you her panties. But that's all she would tell me."
"It started the summer after my freshman year in college..." I started.....
Lanie and I were both home from college for the summer. I'd just finished my freshman year and she, her junior year.
Making use of connections at school, she had a summer job all lined up.
I on the other hand, wanted nothing more than to be gainfully unemployed and use the summer to decompress after a year away.
Unfortunately our mother wasn't too keen on me spending my days lying around doing nothing.
"If you're not going to work," she told me. "Housework is your new job."
Cooking, cleaning and laundry became my new vocation..
Basically Mom turned me into a maid, but that's not exactly what got me into wearing my sisters panties.
All in all, it was a pretty easy gig. Get up, dust a little, vacuum and set something defrosting for dinner.
The first week went smoothly, until laundry day.
I was in the laundry room sorting clothes. I made it through mom and dad's stuff with no problems, but then I got to Laine's hamper.
Shirts, shorts, dresses were no big deal.
It was her panties that got me.
They were a complete one eighty from mom's sensible, cotton, industrial strength, granny panties.
They were skimpy, lacy and satiny.
Being the diligent brother I was or maybe it was more like hormonal perv, I held each pair of Laine's panties up for inspection.
After the first couple of pairs, the thought of them pressing against her pussy all day made my cock rock hard and it was straining to be released from the gym shorts I'd thrown on that day.
Each pair was soft and sexy and I noticed, fragrant.
Without thinking, I had my face buried in the crotch of a pair, inhaling the musky scent of...Holy shit!..The reality came crashing down on me...I was sniffing my big sisters panties.
The smell of her pussy was turning me on!
In a flash, my shorts were around my ankles, I wrapped a silky pair of pink and yellow bikinis around my cock and stroked while enjoying her scent on the other pair.
It didn't take long, maybe two or three minutes before I filled the silky pink and yellow panties with my cum.
It was so intense, my knees tried to buckle.
Guilt and a healthy dose of panic immediately set in.
I'd just sniffed my sisters panties!
Worse, I'd soaked another pair with my cum! I was going to get caught. There was no way she'd miss this...
Just as suddenly, it dawned on me.
I was in charge of laundry! With a smug grin I dropped both pairs in the washing machine, along with some other clothes, added soap, pressed the button and viola!
She'd never find out...
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"That's pretty twisted," Tonya commented. "But I can't say as I blame you, Lanie is hot. If I wasn't straight....Actually I am straight and I'd go lesbian for her in a heartbeat."
Tonya had a point. Lanie was gorgeous. She was five foot seven inches tall with black hair and blue eyes, full pouty lips, a soft curvy figure, a slight belly, round butt and very large boobs.
"That's hot," I laughed for the first time that evening. "If it ever happens, I want to watch."
"You would think that, wouldn't you?"
Tonya handed me her glass as a subtle hint to get her a refill.
I stood. She eyed my erection, tenting my pants as I walked into the kitchen.
The first thing I noticed when I came back was her weekend comfy sweats hanging off the couch. The next was her bare feet, muscular calves and thighs, leading up to the lavender bikini panties I'd watched her put on when she got dressed for work that morning.
"I hope you don't mind," she said, sitting up cross legged. "I was getting a little warm."
The crotch of her panties was pulled taut against her pussy. There was a faint line of wetness that had soaked through.
"Not at all," I said giving her the wine glass.
"So how did she catch you?" Tonya asked.
"Well having control over the laundry and being able to get rid of the evidence made me a little braver than I probably should have been....."
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The last thing I wanted was to get caught by anyone playing with my sisters underwear. But there was a certain thrill of pushing the envelope a bit.
I decided to limit my playtime to laundry day only, that way any messes could be easily dealt with.
A system developed. I would sort the clothes, saving Laine's panties for the end. I would then slip the first pair on, then sniff and lick each pair while stroking my hard cock through her undies.
When I couldn't take it anymore, I'd pull the waistband of the pair I was wearing down until they freed my shaft but cupped my balls, stroke away then shoot off into the pair I'd been sniffing.
I did it for about three weeks until I got caught.
There I was, in the laundry room, sniffing the crotch of an especially sexy smelling thong, stroking away at my cock, getting close to cumming....
"Interesting way to do laundry," Lanie said from the doorway.
As I automatically turned to the noise, my eyes locked with Lanie's and I started to cum.
Rope after rope of semen shot out of my cock onto the laundry room floor.
"Neat trick," Lanie laughed. "You probably should clean that up before mom and dad get home."
Without another word, she turned and walked off.
I was a dead man or at the very least, I was going to be homeless. Lanie was going to tell our parents, mom would lose her mind and dad would either kill me or throw me out.
Putting my shorts back on, I finished the laundry, got dinner started and spent the rest of the afternoon hiding out in my room.
"Chris, I have to say I am very pleased with everything you've done around the house," my mother said in the middle of dinner. "The house has never been tidier; I love not having to cook dinner when I come home. I think you're doing a wonderful job."
"Thanks," I told her.
"Any complaints Lanie?" she asked my sister.
Oh shit! I thought. Here it comes...
"None what so ever," Lanie told her. "Chris does a great job with the laundry."
Oh my God! I thought. I have the best sister in the world!
The rest of the evening was just a normal Thursday night for our family. We ate, watched television for a while then around ten o'clock, everyone headed to their rooms to go to bed.
It was around eleven when there was a soft knock on my door. Lanie didn't wait for an answer, opened it and came into my room.
"Damn, I was hoping to catch you again," she teased as I sat up in bed.
"Lanie, I'm sorry," I told her. "Thanks for not saying anything to mom and dad. I promise I'll never do it again."
"Oh in that case I guess you won't want these," she said revealing a pair of panties she held in her hand. "That's too bad. I was wearing these all day. After I saw you, stroking off in my panties...mmmm...I... well it turned me on. I made myself cum three times. Yeah that's right, while you were hiding out in your room, I was just down the hall fingering my wet pussy thinking about your hard cock."
