Wifes Wet Panties Novels & Stories

I licked my lips as I placed my hand on my belly. I moved my hand down to my thigh and then up under my nightie. I moved my fingers into my panties. I am still wet. My panties are damp. Geez, Evelyn. I took out my hand, heaving a sigh. Actually, I think I deserve the maid's rudeness this morning for fantasizing about a married man. I just had a freaking wet dream about him. Hell, I deserve the aggressive banging on the door and the rudeness from her.

Come here and give me a hug, I want to feel that wonderful naked body of yours against mine before I get dressed. Tony looked at his wife and sisters as Jenna and Terri hugged and kissed before stepping back breaking their hug. Jenna walked over to the place where she had taken off her clothes and turned to face everyone as she picked up her panties and stepped into them. She deliberately pulled them up slowly because she saw everyone watching her. Jenna paused just before her panties covered her pussy and looked around before looking directly at Tony. With a small smile she said, "Don't worry, you're going to get to see this pussy a lot and sometimes it will be spread open for your viewing

I cannot make love to my wife, but I can do other things. Oh... I heard her groan. "Yes, I hear her in a breathless voice. Wade, I did not know she was getting up. I'd better hurry up before we get interrupted. I am looking for her underwear. Oh, I chuckled. I do not feel any underwear. Oh, that! My little red. So, I spread her yummy and still so tight pussy open for my tongue and fingers. I take a finger to test if her pussy is wet. Oh, wow, she is soaking wet. Damn! I bend down, I smell her scent, and it's the fucking amazing scent.

“It’s about time. He needs to be kept on a tight leash, so he knows his place. Who does he think he is?” “Krystal wears the pants in the house. She built the business from scratch and grew the empire to what it is today. What’s wrong with having a couple of flings on the side? Instead of keeping the issue behind closed doors, he rocked up here and confronted her over the issue.” Amid the scuffle, I was kicked to the ground. Then came a bottle of wine, emptied onto me. “It’s only right to chill him out a bit.” Bottle after bottle of red wine was poured over my head, and I was utterly drenched and humiliated.

I whimpered softly, rolling onto my side and pressing my thighs together tightly, trying to ease the frustration. It only made it worse. “Tristan…” I whispered into the pillow, voice already breaking. My nipples were hard and aching against the thin fabric of my crop top. I could feel how wet my panties were- completely drenched, the slickness coating my inner thighs. I groaned in frustration, hips twitching involuntarily as I rubbed my legs together again, seeking any kind of relief. But…..Nothing helped. I couldn’t take it anymore. With shaky hands, I reached down and hooked my fingers into the waistband of my soaked panties. I peeled them off slowly, the cool air hitting my dripping pussy

She added, and I nodded. My wife shook her ass from side to side as she walked up the front steps. She got to the front door, and as she fumbled with her keys she “accidentally” dropped them. Hiking her tight little dress up a little, she bent over straight-legged, exposing her ass and wet panties, being sure to give Dustin a nice long look at her drippy wet cunt.

This was over. Instead, to my shock, my demure wife reached under her polka dot dress and pulled off her panties. They were white, cute, and cotton. She dropped them on the floor, then slid her dress back far enough so she could reach her own sex. No one could see anything private, only a bit of tan leg. But for Ariana it was scandalous.

She winks and the people who were looking at me immediately turn their head to the other side. Natalie groans and gives a shake of her head and starts to walk away. “I do not like this, I’m leaving.” Wendy sighs. “Okay, fine. Just wait, let me get some of my own things then.” Wendy makes her way into the women undergarments section, and Natalia waits. In not more than five minutes, Wendy returns with a bag of the wears, and Natalia face palms herself once more. “But you shop for underwear, don’t you?” Wendy asks as she chews a piece of gum.

Don't jerk off thinking about me. Zane- I may leave class and do just that. Not like we actually have to be here if she is. Me- NO my panties are not wet! That's a total lie I was in such a hurry to change out of my pajamas that I totally forgot to change my soaked panties, I can feel the wetness rubbing against my thighs and its disgusting. They definitely do not need to know that though. Zane- I don't fucking like liars and right now you're being one. I felt how greedy that cunt was for me.

The wet sounds of her sucking filled the room, a testament to the raw desire between them. Pulling away, Vivian stood, her hands reaching for the waistband of her own panties. She slowly slid them down her thighs, stepping out of them, leaving herself completely exposed. Liam's eyes darkened further as he took in the sight of her glistening pussy, already wet and ready for him.