Wifes Wet Panties Novels & Stories

Her shape was more Rubenesque than she was in the video, but still great proportions and tone. Mum's panties were soaked with moisture from her arousal to the point I could almost see right through them to her pussy. I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her panties and pulled them too off her hips and down her thighs. Her pussy was so wet they clung there a moment longer, letting go with a snap. Down and off along with her pants. Mum was now naked too, as Ginger and me.

I kicked them off, leaving me in just my thin, soaked camisole and a pair of simple cotton panties. He let out a low whistle. “Look at that. Already soaked for me. You really are a little slut, aren’t you?” He reached out and hooked a finger into the crotch of my panties, pulling the fabric aside. The cool air hit my bare, wet folds, and I couldn’t stop the whimper that escaped my lips. He ran a single finger slowly up my slit, gathering my wetness on his fingertip. He brought it to his nose and inhaled deeply.

In Zen's thought, "women are just a toy and entertainment part, and one man can never be satisfied by one woman. They need many and like dresses, woman should be changed as well. The greed for them is like drugs and the more you have the more addicted you get." As the days pass, Karan gets eager to meet the boss aka me who was just the pawn. I didn't pay attention at all but then one moment came and I had to come. The desire to meet his wife got stronger but I couldn't meet her, so he called me for the party which was the day after. And I had no plans to hung there but again the mention of Dia made me stop

Her legs were shaky as she turned off the water and dried her face. She dropped her charcoal-gray trousers and pink panties and sat on the toilet. A glance told her that those panties were drenched. Her hand reached out to grab the rag from the edge of the sink, pulling it once again to her face. Her other hand snaked down between her thighs to spread the petals of her soaking wet little pussy. She shook as soon as the tip of her finger touched her sensitive little button.

One was labeled wife and the second labeled slut. I looked at the friend and he said he put videos on there of both so I had could enjoy them both. I clicked on the wife first and went to the first video. It was a video of his wife stripping in what must be his bedroom. She was very sexy with long brown hair, large D cup tits and a trimmed pussy. I went to the next video.

They played with the top of my panties, and then he drove his fingers across the top of them and eventually made his way down farther. I gasped when he reached the bottom of my panties, where my wetness soaked them. He pressed his fingers down a little harder. “You like what you see?” he questioned, his fingers slowly making circles on the outside of my wet panties. “No,” I breathed out heavily. I could barely focus on what he was saying. “No?” he questioned again. I felt my eyebrows knit together. “Well, how about this then?” His fingers slipped into my panties and touched my wetness. I gasped louder this time. His finger began to make rougher circles around my clit. I clung on to his shoul

I flinched so hard, I lost my balance and fell on my butt and trust me, the shit hurt like hell, it felt as if hot rocks had been implanted on my butt. “Sleeping on the bed obviously.” I replied, my voice louder and deeper than intended… I was in pain and I was angry as well. “I see you've grown some wings, wifey,” he had a devilish smirk on his face. Did he just call me WIFEY? I swear I asked internally but maybe I had said it out loud somehow. “Are you not my wife?” He asked, taking off his wristwatch. What the hell had come over him?

The air in my wet panties was so inviting it cooled down the heat that was emanating between my thighs. He reached down with his fingers, finding the almost drenched spot in my panties. His eyes widened in surprise. “You are already wet, little whore?” The name rolled off his tongue. I would typically find this word offensive but, oddly enough, it excited me more. I murmured to him. “Yes Sir” and he rubbed my pussy through my panties hard. I tried to crawl away. I was so sensitive down there. He dragged me back down to the edge of the bed. “Ah ah ah,” he stated and barked at me. “Stay!”

“Take it off. Now.” Anna leaned back, grabbed the hem of her camisole, and pulled it up over her head slowly, no bra underneath, just bare breasts and flushed skin and that perfect fucking smirk. Luke’s gaze snapped to her chest, jaw clenching. “Jesus Christ.” She slipped off his lap to stand at the edge of the bed, hooking her thumbs in the lace waistband of her panties. Her voice was low. “Wanna see how much I hate you?”

I waited to hear her door close and went in. There they were. She never leaves them behind, but there they were, laid out perfectly on the floor of the bathroom, her panties, white, hipster panties. No Victoria's secret, not yet. These were just Hanes white panties, my sister's, perfectly displayed, the waistband towards her room. I'm stupid, but even I knew this was a presentation for my benefit.