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Title: How My Girlfriend Found Out
Before I was married I had gotten a job out of state, which put me in to a long distance relationship. One weekend my girlfriend Janet came to visit. I had to work later than expected the Friday she was coming in to town, and didn't have time to clean the house as much as I could have. Typical guy, I know.
Anyway... After a somewhat bumpy evening we went to bed and things improved a bit. She was wearing some wonderful shiney panties. Purple, stretchy, sexy as hell.
The next day Janet wanted to go have brunch with her cousin, who lived about half an hour away. I figured that gave me a couple hours to clean up the house a little and get a few other things done. She got ready to go, I walked her to the garage, gave her the keys to my car, and opened up the garage door. The phone rang, I kissed her goodbye, and she was off.
I was on the phone for about 15 minutes. When I finished, I went to grab the vacuum and when I opened the closet, I saw her clothes from the night before, including those tight, sexy panties.
I'm a panty slut. I couldn't resist. I decided it would be fun to vacuum the house wearing only her panties. I had time before she would get back, and the garage door was so loud I would be sure to hear her and have enough time to slip out of her undies and into the shower before she discovered me. I stripped right there, slid them on, and went into the bathroom to check them out in the mirror. Her cosmetics were on the counter. As much as I wanted to put on the lipstick and nail polish, and peek in her luggage to see what else she had that might fit, I decided to start vacuuming.
I started upstairs. Pushing the vacuum back and forth, playing around with my walk enjoying the sissyness of the situation, imagining myself in thigh highs, a short little skirt, bustier, high heels...
I was in the hall with my back to the stairs, and didn't even notice the flash. Well, not the first one anyway. What I did notice was the vacuum shutting off. I turned to look at it to see what the deal was, and THEN noticed the flash. I looked up and froze. Another flash. The vacuum was unplugged. There was Janet, with her camera. My knees started to shake, she was in front of the bedroom door and I had no where to run. I covered my face and mumbled something along the lines of "oh my god".
"Look at me" she said.
I looked up and she was staring at me with an amazed look on her face. "I forgot my camera downstairs and thought I'd say goodbye again."
All I could say was I didn't hear the door. I realized I was getting hard, so I moved my hands in front of me.
"The door was open, you must have forgotten to close it. What are you doing?" She had a somewhat devilish grin on her face now. All I could say was "Vacuuming". My mind was racing as I remembered I had never closed the door after the phone call. She must have parked in the drive and walked right in.
"Put you hands behind your back" she said. I must have been three shades of red by now and thought I might die of embarrassment. I stood there frozen.
"Put your hands behind your back or these photos might happen to get sent to someone". I put them behind my back. Her ordering me around had only made me harder. She took another picture.
"We need to talk. I'll be back by noon, and don't you dare change before then." She then walked over and whispered "I so own you now" as she lightly ran her finger over my panty clad, rock hard cock.
She was gone for about three hours, and I think my heart was racing the entire time. My mood kept fluctuation between being incredibly excited and terrified. Actually I was probably always both, but the main emotion kept changing back and forth...
When I heard the garage door open, I started shaking all over again. I had no idea what to do. I should have met her at the door and gone with it, but I didn't have the nerve. I grabbed a beer, sat down at the table, and tried to make my hands stop shaking.
Janet came in, said hello, and asked how I was doing. I mumbled something as she checked out what I had on. For what felt like the next hour, but was probably only ten minutes, she stood there and had a normal conversation with me, not mentioning anything about the panties I had on...
I finally started to relax, and from there it gets kind of fuzzy. I was in panties in front of her, feeling dizzy, light headed... and she started asking panty questions. Had I worn them before? (yes). Hers? (No, I lied). Well who's then? (A past girlfriend) Did she know? (Yes, but it was one time, as joke, never brought up again) Did anyone else know? (no)
I was feeling submissive as hell by this point and decided to be completely honest about anything she asked. Which in itself was pretty exciting. She seemed a cross between curious and amused by it all.
And then she told me to go upstairs, take a shower, and put some clothes on. She wanted to get out of the house. When I was getting dressed, I spent five minutes staring at the panties I had taken off, wondering if she expected me to wear them again. I decided that dirty panties probably weren't high on her list of sexy things, so I put on my normal men's undies. We went out to a movie, then dinner, and got home early. No mention was made of panties until we got home again.
Once we were home, Janet got a little frisky, did a little strip tease down to her panties (bright red this time) and then started asking me if I liked them, if I'd like to feel them. I ended up getting her off by hand that night, without taking them off of her. They were nice and wet and turning me on in a huge way.
She finally took them off, and then wrapped them around me and gave me a hand job, soaking them in cum. I was exhausted by it all and like a typical guy fell asleep soon after.
The next morning I got up first and went in to take a shower. I always take my underwear into the bathroom with me when I shower, so I can put them on right after I dry off.
When I got out of the shower that morning, my boxer briefs were gone. In their place was a pair of red panties, cum stains and all...
There I was, staring at the red panties, finding myself getting excited, wondering what to do now. I know it sounds stupid but I wasn't sure what to do. No way could she want me to put on dirty panties? But i REALLY wanted to. Part of the reason I was afraid to was because of how much I wanted too...
I decided she wouldn't have put them there if I wasn't supposed to wear them, so I put them on. Then slipped on my jeans and a t-shirt, and headed out.
She was on the couch in her robe, reading the paper. I could tell that under her robe she had on a tight sleeveless T but didn't know what else. We had a "normal" morning conversation, me nervous as hell wondering if she wanted me to be in her panties again, unable to ask.
Then she offered to make breakfast. She asked what I wanted, stood up, walked towards the kitchen, and dropped her robe to reveal her bare buns. A few steps later it started again. She turned and said, "By the way, take off those jeans."
Her nipples were easy to make out through the thin cotton shirt. Her hands were on her hips, framing her bush in the most perfect way. I found it made her look more powerful than any woman I had known. I dropped my jeans to display her cum stained panties. And my excitement about the whole situation.
"Oh, I'm going to have fun with you" She turned and walked into the kitchen, leaving me standing there with no idea what to do next. "Take off that shirt too" she said "And come in here."
I walked in, clad only in panties, my knees starting to shake. Once again I was ready and willing to be totally honest and submissive with her. And she knew it. She started getting things ready to make breakfast, as if nothing strange was going on.
"You seem to like my panties quite a bit" Yes, I like them a lot.
"Even though they're dirty? You like them dirty, don't you? Does it add to the thrill for you?". I've never worn dirty panties before, Im not sure if it's that or your attitude.
"Of course you like my attitude, I own you, and you love it. We may have to take more pictures later, in those dirty panties you like so well..." In fact this scared me and some of the excitment began to fade.
"Come over here" she said. I did. She took one hand and pulled the panties away from my butt, not down, just out. And with her other hand, she took an egg, cracked it, and let it run down the small of my back. The waistband snapped back into place as I felt the egg slide between my cheeks and settle in the crotch.
She giggled. "I don't think the yolk even broke!" She placed her hand on my butt, gently squishing the mess further between my cheeks. The yolk was certainly broken now, and I could feel the mess starting to run down my legs.
"Oh oh, you'd better stay in here, wouldn't want to get that on the carpet. Would you like some orange juice?" She reached into the freezer and grabbed an ice cube. "Oh, wait, you don't like ice in your juice do you?' With that she looked at the ice looked at me, and pulled the front of the panties away from me. She put the ice in her mouth, rolled it around, bent down, and let it drop. Into the panties. The waistband snapped back again.
She stood back up and pulled me against her, french kissing me, her tongue still cold from the ice. She pressed against me, one hand on my butt, her hips grinding against me - and the ice. And then she stopped, kissed me softly, and stepped back. "We need to go take a shower" and she turned and walked away, her bare ass looking so nice. She stripped off her shirt as she was walking, turned and threw it to me. Looking down she said "And keep those on, they're a mess".
The panties didn't last long in the shower. I gladly helped her get cleaned up, one thing led to another and she got a happy ending, but by then the water was getting cold, and she stepped out.
When I got out, my boxer briefs were there waiting for me on the bed. She didn't mention panties the rest of the time she was there.
But it wasn't the last time she would come and visit.
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