Wifes Wet Panties Novels & Stories

And now that she felt Anthony's fingers sliding inside her panties, slick with her wetness, she knew exactly what her body wanted. She gasped and grabbed at the sheet on her sides as he pulled his fingers out and then pushed them again. He scooted down until his face hovered between her legs. Faith made a soft sound as she realized what he was planning on doing, but she couldn't make any word come out of her mouth. "My beautiful wife," Anthony grumbled and slid her panties down until they were completely off. "Oh wow, you are so wet for me already." Faith blushed. "Wait. Anthony," her voice was so small there was no way Anthony could hear. Not that he intended to stop in the first place.

A heartbeat later a pair of sexy purple panties, wet as fuck came to me from the door crack. “How do I taste” without missing a beat she added “Now wrap my tasty panties around your cock”. I didn’t need a rocket scientist to draw me a picture, “I’d like to really really thank the academy” I thought to myself as I took my pants off. I quickly wrapped her warm wet panties around my cock and began stroking. An instant later two of Marina’s wet fingers appeared from under the door. “Lick them clean and fuck my panties bitch” she said all hot as fuck.

A while later, she slid her hand in between her thighs and felt the wetness pooling there. "Oh no… why this again..? Now look at the panties I changed, not quite long." Wearing a deep frown, she pounded her tight fist against her thigh. Running her hands through the sticky wetness brought a twist to her face. "That man…" Scrambling to her feet, she rummaged through a drawer next to the sofa. "Great! No more panties left because of these crazy steamy… and kind of sexy dreams!" Later still, stuffed grumbles fell out of her mouth in a heap, on the sink filled with wet panties that needed washing. Shaking her head, she yanked down that one on her, kicking it off.

Yet, despite her fear, the evidence of her arousal became undeniable as her juices trickled down the inside of her trembling thighs, permeating the air with the scent of her desire. With a purposeful motion, Giovanni lowered Isabella's panties to her ankles, exposing her most intimate part, her Pussy. The fabric, soaked with her wetness, could no longer withstand the strain and tore at the front, prompting a laugh to escape his lips. He smacked her arse firmly with his palm, relishing in the act of degradation, reminding her of her status as a willing participant in their depraved encounter. Picking up the torn remnants of her panties, Giovanni brought them to his nose, inhaling deeply, a si

Her legs slowly parted to reveal the wet panties and she saw her stepfather’s gaze fix on them. The teenage girl lifted her ass up a little and when she slid her hands between her thighs, grabbed her panties and pulled them up tight. She knew the outline of her pussy lips would be clearly visible through the wet material and her stepfather’s gaze remained on it. “If we do this,” she went on. “My mum doesn’t hear about anything.” Her stepfather looked up to meet her gaze, but didn’t say anything.

He personally shopped for me. He got me sexy lingerie and I wear them every night, but then he doesn’t touch me. It makes me wonder why he got them for me in the first place. I pull my panties down my legs. I know he can see how wet they are. I don’t know why I get so wet. Is this normal? My face heats. I soaked my panties through, and now I’m getting my thighs all wet, too. “Open your legs.” There’s a hard edge to his tone, one that only excites me more. “Now touch yourself.” It’s not a request but a command.

The concrete bites into my skin, cold and unforgiving, and she circles around to face me. Her silk robe hangs open now, revealing a black lace bra that barely contains her perfect tits and matching panties that are... Fucking soaked. The black lace is nearly transparent with wetness, clinging to her pussy lips, and I can see the outline of her swollen clit straining against the fabric. "Oh my God." I start laughing, delighted. "Look at you. Your cunt is absolutely dripping. Does slapping naked pledges around always make your panties this wet, or am I just that fucking special?"

I reminded him, our eyes still locked in the mirror before me. He didn't say anything but smiled at me before his eyes widened. How could they not when he was now cupping my very wet sex. "Shit, my wife! You're not wearing panties!"

She stole it after we had sex. I gave her my penthouse address and she showed up. Wearing a short skirt and a revealing red crop top. And she wasn't even wearing a fucking panties that day. Not even a damn bra. We talked. I offered her wine and started to kiss her and I fucked her on my couch. She didn't even take her panties after the deed was done. And then I knew she didn't come that day because of her panties. She came for the D.

I wanted to keep it as it was. He smirked and his thumb went up to trace my lips. I closed my eyes, my lips parting a little to relish the little butterflies he gave me. Though, there were more than butterflies pooling down my waist. After we broke the kiss, I had to discard my pantie in the bathroom because it was soaking wet. I would wash it later. There were the housemaids who did the washing, but I did not like someone washing my pantie. Especially when it had my wet climax lingering on it. That was gross. If I was a maid, I would regret my life decision.