Wifes Wet Panties Novels & Stories

aah. She couldn't finish. "You're soaking wet," I murmured while rubbing on her private spot. "My sweet wife. So hot and wet. I have to do something about it." I decided then that she must come before we left this bathroom. It wasn't part of the initial plan but it couldn't be helped now. Pushing her flimsy panties aside, I gradually shoved one finger inside her, pulled out and shoved it back inside, then pulled out and shoved two inside.

I looked over at Jase once more and he was still asleep, so I turned my full attention back to my wife. Underneath her dress, I found that she was wearing thong panties. My breath quickened as I slid the delicate fabric to the side, which was already wet from her juices. I rubbed along her folds and she was more than wet. I slid two fingers inside and her breath caught as her pussy clamped down around my fingers. Yes, she was very ready. "Fuck, Leila, you feel good." My breath quickened as my cock began to pulse within my jeans in anticipation. "Are you sure you feel up to this?"

Why I ended up here? I look at the clothes I’m wearing. I am not wearing a top but my pants are still on. Where am I?!! “You’re awake.” I turned to the woman who entered the room. "Y-yelle?!" My eyes widen. “What are you doing here?!” "You were very drunk last night. I called your wife again but she still has the same answer. So instead of other girls to take advantage of your situation, I just helped you by bringing you here."

"Perhaps she'll take her panties off next, and show her cunt to everyone." With this, David hooked his fingers in the waistband of my panties and made them slide them down over my hips. "Oh darling! I can't!" I exclaimed, giggling merrily and clutching at my panties. "Come on, you know you really want to be a dirty little whore," my husband urged. I held onto my panties for just a moment, then, my body filled with surging lust at the thought of Asher, so I let my hands fall away, and my husband quickly slid my tiny, pink panties down over my legs.

He had an average job in banking, average build, and an average 5-inch cock that had never quite satisfied her. They'd been married three years, and the fantasy had started as pillow talk. "What if a real man fucked me while you watched?" she'd teased one night after he'd cum too quickly again. It escalated to new fantasies and wishes every njght, but one thing Cindy noticed was thst anytime she talked about her hotwife fantasy Mark's cums freehand like a broken facuet. Cindy kept her fantasy to herself, always masturbating to her lewd thoughts, but never acting on them. She wanted to remain a prim and proper wife to her husband…..keeping their bed undefiled.

CHAPTER 42. I reach for her panties, my fingers interlinking with the fabric, then I notice it wasn't worn properly—it’s twisted toward the back. My lips curve. “Tell me…” I start, voice dark, “how many times did he dive into this pussy that made you forget how to wear your panties?” She ignores it. I continue, pulling her panties down, and the real deal is in front of me. Swollen, pink, and glistening with wetness.

He was surprised because she has no underwear on. "Seems my wife looks ready now?" he said with a smile. "N-no, I just can't really l-find my, ohh~ my panties. -W-Where did you put it last night, shit!?” She had a hard time asking him. He put more pressure on her lower part and put his two hands in her tight hole. When he felt that it was getting wet, he mmediately turned off the stove and knelt behind her. He opened her thigh and saw something sticking out of it. He smirked and slowly licked it firmly. He only heard grunts from her until she cum.

The wet spot on my panties is obvious now. “You need this so badly,” Vanessa purrs, voice thick with satisfaction. “Look at you, already falling apart for us on your first day. Such a needy little housewife.” The words should humiliate me. Instead they make me throb harder. They keep touching me—fingers circling my clit over my panties, mouths and hands on my tits, whispers of how pretty I am, how wet, how perfect for them—until I’m trembling on the edge, right there in my own living room in the middle of the afternoon.

he said as his fingers slid under her panties, feeling exactly how wet she was. “No. Get off. I honestly thought you were my husband trying to trick me somehow. “I know you want me. I can feel it, but if you insist, I’ll stop. No worries. Your husband will thank me later when you go home and fuck his brains out because I got you all wet. Just try not to call out my name when you cum thinking about me.”

Her voice dropped into a dangerous tone“Or I’ll rip them off myself and shove them down your throat while I beat your ass purple.” My hands shook as I reached under my skirt. I put my fingers into the waistband of my soaked panties and peeled it down my legs. I stepped out of them and held the soaked panties in my fist. Lila extended her hand,“Give them to me.” I hesitated only a second before placing the dripping panties in her hand. She lifted them to her nose, inhaled deeply, and let out a moan. “Mmm. So fucking soaked again. You really are a whore, aren’t you?”