Wifes Wet Panties Novels & Stories

Matteo dropped to his knees between my thighs — the powerful Don on his knees for his virgin wife. He pushed the layers of tulle and silk up to my waist, exposing my ruined white lace panties. A dark, satisfied sound rumbled in his chest. “Look how wet you still are,” he murmured, hooking his fingers into the waistband and slowly dragging the soaked lace down my legs. He brought the panties to his nose and inhaled deeply, eyes closing for a moment. “Your scent is going to drive me insane, little wife.” He tossed the panties aside and spread my thighs wider with his strong hands. Cool air kissed my bare, virgin pussy. I was completely exposed to him — swollen pink lips glistening with fresh a

Faster, wetter, the obscene sounds muffled only by her sleeve-bitten moans. Climax ripped free fiercer this time, vision whiting, knees nearly giving out as she squirted against her hand, splattering the concrete floor with clear evidence of her sin. Panting, she cleaned up hastily with a rag, the fabric coming away soaked. Emerging with a stack of them, face composed, she handed them out. "Found plenty!" The ladies smiled, oblivious. Lila helped wipe tables, but her panties chafed wetly, a constant reminder, her clit pulsing with aftershocks.

The desk dug into the small of my back, holding me upright as he pressed forward, the hard line of his erection unmistakable against my hip through his tailored slacks. “Do you always show up to work like this… wet, bare, and so damn tempting?" he continued, voice rough with approval. “Or is today my lucky day?” I’d ditched wearing panties months ago after seeing some late-night TV segment about breathability and feminine health—best decision I’d ever made, especially now, with Blackwell’s fingers sliding against me with nothing in the way.

I mean a few minutes wouldn’t hurt, right? Like instinct, I spread my legs wider. The feeling of the soft silk brushing against my skin turns me on even more. Before long, I’ve pulled off the pants every worker here is required to wear. They’re thin and completely overworn that I hear a rip, probably from the speed I took it off, but I don’t care. I am too completely turned on to care about anything at this point. When my finger reaches underneath there, I instantly feel the wet spot on my panties. I am completely soaked and I haven’t even done much.

“This is not easy. “ she sighed “I have liked and wanted it all. Now you are saying we should stop having sex. Do you know how hard that is going to be? I am aching for you! “ she leaned in to whisper. “ I am so wet. I ache so bad it hurts. If I feel this way how are you going to be feeling.” “Let me give you your release. Tell me to stop if you want me to. “ as I said this she nodded. One hand stayed on her waist . My other hand worked up her thigh. She spread her legs a little more as my hand found her panties and my fingers rub her clit over her panties. She moaned and closed her eyes. I rubbed her like that again. Then I moved her panties to the side and I groaned with how wet she was. “

Elena’s POV Tell me… should I close my legs and pretend that my panties is not hanging around my ankles like the slut I am? Or play the superwoman, grab the soaked thong and dip it in my purse while the ‘fucking’ god himself watches? Or maybe I should take my panties, sniff it in and run my tongue along the wet area… Say I go further and spread my legs so he sees how wet and sloppy the real pot is. Shit! Shit!!

We could see the crotch of her panties soak as the cum dripped from inside her. After a brief rest they took turns fucking my wife several more times that night. I had fallen asleep when I woke up to a noise. They had her hands on the wall tearing her up from behind with her panties pulled to the side. It looked like they were hurting her, but she let them do what ever they wanted to her. She must have been okay, because she was begging for it. She lay down beside me when they were done with her. Those were the messiest panties I have ever seen.

Let them do what they wanted. Bra, panties removed, and the action spiked up. A finger slid into my pussy and it wasn't long before I screamed out my first orgasm. Sometimes I wonder if something’s wrong with me, I get so wet, and this was no exception. I'd been worked up all night, and was almost embarrassed by how wet I was. Almost at once, they knew. Nothing would break my trance. Clothes flew everywhere. They called me a little slut. A whore. Kept saying my husband must be a fool to let a little married slut like me out by myself. How they were going to fuck my brains out...

I then realized that I was holding the pillowcase. I walked to the bathroom and opened up the hamper to throw the pillow case in, and I noticed that my blue panties were partially sticking out of Lucas's towel. I turn around and close the bathroom door. I walked back to the hamper and pulled out Lucas's wet towel. Sure enough, my panties were folded up in the towel. I opened the towel up and immediately noticed that the gusset of my satin panties was covered with my father-in-law's thick, warm cum. I've never seen so much cum before.

The delicate pink lace panties she wore were damp and he slipped his finger under them to feel the evidence of her need. “Fuck,” he growled. “You’re so wet, Blue.” She wriggled and removed the loose blouse that she wore, throwing it to the floor. His eyes wandered up from her damp panties, his finger still stroking her wetness, and took in the hollow of her stomach, the rise of her rib cage, and the plump pillows of her breasts. They were full and lush, overflowing from the demi-cup bra she wore and her nipples were hard nubs straining against the pink lace.