Wifes Wet Panties Novels & Stories

I command. She looks at me with a confused look and I raise my brow and she quickly gets into position, with her thick juicy ass in front of me with her lacy underwear, they won’t be of much use to her, I rip them off and throw them on the floor. “Vincent, those were my panties, you gonna get me new ones,” she whines. I chuckle, “Your panties will be least of your worries once I’m done with you,” I take my boxer off and out springs my hard candy, I rub her ass and slide my hand down to her already wet flower, this woman will drive me crazy, she already has.

"You dirty little slut. Talking like that while you are sitting there in nothing but a tank top and panties. You know what you are doing to me right? My dick is so hard it hurts. I want to bend you over this table right now and shove my cock so deep inside that married pussy you will forget Kyle even exists." She stood up slowly and walked around the table stopping right in front of him. Her panties were visibly damp at the crotch the dark wet spot spreading as she stood there. "Then do it Ethan. Stop holding back. I have been dripping for you since last night. Feel how wet I am." She took his hand and guided it between her thighs pressing his fingers against the soaked fabric.

Trembling, weak at the knees, I unzipped it and let it fall to the floor. "Remove those panties." Complying, I lowered them, noticing the wet spot in the narrow cotton lining that had soaked up my juices. "I'll take those. You won't be getting them back. By the way, start wearing sexier, thong-style panties from now on." I said, "Yes, sir" as I handed my panties to him across his desk. He inspected the wet spot, smelled it, then put my panties in his desk drawer. "You know what this is, don't you Miss Choi?" he said, glancing at the plug.

I can feel how soaked she is through the panties. She moans loudly. That beautiful sound spurs me on. I can't wait anymore to get to my cookies so I gave a hard tug to the panties and it ripped off her. She gasps loudly as her panties fall off. I gripped her thighs lightly and spread them apart as I got ready to enjoy my gorgeous wife.

I just stuffed some bills in her hand and prayed she didn’t stay to chat with Emily. Glancing down at my hand, I see the now familiar pale pink cotton panties I’d slid up her legs this morning. Which means right this second, my wife has her bare pussy wet and ready for the taking. I growl as I stuff her panties into my pocket and then nearly yank my office door off the hinges before I stomp down the hall. I’m in a cloud of anger as I barrel down the hall, but I know I need to say something to Jonathan so he doesn’t just quit on me.

With their thighs parted, their panties suddenly came into view. Both Kevin and Antonio caught their collective breaths sharply as they drank in the erotically stimulating picture of their two wives in front of them—their panties on full display in plain view. A few moments later, the four eager people entered the Chung's Master Bedroom. The two husbands looked on hungrily as they watched the two females get undressed. The two wives gave them a little strip show, enjoying their husband's sexual discomfort as they slowly, seductively, stripped their bras and panties off.

Before I could change my mind, I took a photo in the full length mirror and sent it to Wayne. Wayne: Mmm, sexy little slut. Now, I assume you still have your wife's underwear. Send me photos of them. In a trance, I laid out multiple pairs of my wife's thongs and sent a photo to Wayne. Wayne: Your wife did like to dress like a slut, didn't she? No wonder she got fucked behind your back. Put on the white thong. Does she have any tights or thigh high stockings? Reading about my wife fucking men behind my back hurt but turned me on at the same time. What turned me on even more though was the feeling of pulling her white thong up my body.

I didn't care, because right now I was playing host to a woman who looked like she’d been born for sin. I made short work of the buttons on her trousers. They hissed as I dragged them down over her hips, revealing a pair of black lace panties that were already soaked and dripping with her wetness. She was horny as hell. I could see the glistening evidence of her arousal clinging to every part of the lacy fabric.

I praised her efforts, groaning at having her touch my dick again. I grunted my disapproval when she let go, but soon recovered when she hiked up her skirt without a word. White crotchless panties were exposed to my eyes, her pussy lips puffy, dark pink, and glistening. Her thicc thighs trembled as the pads of my fingers laid claim to her clit, engorged and peeking out. Slick juices dripped down her inner thighs from our earlier phone sex. Wasting no time, my wife positioned my cock at her entrance. I watched in awe as the fat head nudged her soaked folds, parting them as she fed my cock to her pussy.

I command her, and she slowly gets to her feet. Reaching around her, I unzip the back of her skirt and slide it down over her hips. I throw it in the trash as well. Standing with her hands stiffly by her side, my wife is fully exposed in front of me. She doesn’t bother to try and cover herself. Her eyes stare in my direction, but it is as if she is staring right through me. I pull her panties down over her hips and suppress the growl in my chest when I see her neatly shaved pussy.