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Title: Wifes New Thinking
Back around 10 years ago just after my wife and I got married we were working with orphaned children in a third world country for the year (Yes, it is true, we were missionaries!). I had been wearing panties off and on since high school and had never told my wife. One night a lady from the local church was coming to pick us up to take us to a concert. We left our flat and walked down to the office to wait outside for the woman to come.
My heart was pounding sitting there with my wife. I was getting hot flashes. I blurted out to her, when I could muster the courage, that I was wearing her panties. She looked at me with a look of lust and awe and then asked which ones. I told her they were the thin, purple, satiny ones with the embroidery on the front. She grabbed my crotch... and it was a very long concert.
Go forward several years and I had several pairs of panties that I wore with her knowledge. But, she never really seemed comfortable with them. Through some trials in our marriage, which never really related to the panties, I decided to give them up. I wanted her to be turned on by looking at me. Seeing me in panties just never seemed to do that for her.
So, I wore boxers at home, and panties at work. I kept a stash hidden in my office where I would get a pair to swap out with every day. Most of these I had stolen because we watch our finances very carefully together and even the $2.50 to $5 that the panties were at a thrift store would not go unnoticed. I felt very guilty about stealing panties but more guilty about that and wearing panties because she didn't know. This has gone on for years. However, about 2 years ago or so we let go of our Christianity and the shame that went with it and have really been free-thinkers since then. Not too long ago, my wife read a book by Anne Rice called Exit to Eden. As she was reading it for a couple weeks, she would share with me both some of the beliefs about sexuality that she was letting go of and also about the various fantasies that she had never before been willing to share. Essentially, she liked pain and she liked to dominate and be dominated. We have just scratched the surface of those fantasies and have had a lot of fun, and we also went to a sex shop and bought a double headed dildo and a vibrator. It has been incredible.
So then about panties and last night. We went out on a date early in the evening, only about 6pm, having left the kids with a sitter. She had told me early on in the day that when we went she wanted to find a place somewhere on our date and make love in the back of our car. We drove for a while looking for a place and on the way she pulled off her panties in the car and I fingered her. Then we found a farm path that led out into the woods near a swampy area that seemed pretty seclued. Making love was incredible and it started the night off in a very liberating way. We did a couple other things but then ended up eating at a restaurant finally. At some point during the meal, I asked her if she had any repressed fantasies that she could tell me about. She shared some and that in itself was awesome, but then, after a minute or so, she said "what about you?" I must admit I was hoping she would ask, but I didn't really think I would be able to mention panties. I took a little while to think. She could see that I wasn't sure. She said something about how there was nothing that could change her mind about me and that she would always be there. I started to tear up. This woman is the most amazing thing in the universe! I felt so nervous so I mentioned first that I wanted to fuck her in the ass. She could see that there was something else I wanted to say. She said "and..." I said, "I have never stopped wanting to wear your panties." It was a pretty long coversation about panties, my feelings of shame and her total acceptance of me. I told her that mostly I liked them because they feel good and because I think I look sexy in them. I said I could be wrong, but that is my perception. She said, "do you believe that I don't think that is true?" I said yes, she said, "I think they look sexy too?" When we walked out of the restaurant, hand in hand, I literally had pre-cum dripping down my leg (I wasn't wearing my underwear after our love making session).
This morning, after my shower, I went into our room where she still had on her white silk pajama bottoms, but no top with her breasts looking so pert and perfect. I went to her drawer and didn't find the panties I was looking for. I said to her, do you know where those white lace panties are that got stained in the wash? She said, they're in the laundry basket, did you want them? I said yes, since they're stained it wouldn't matter if I stretched them out would it? She told me she would go get them. She went to get them and handed them to me. I pulled them up my legs and with her standing there accepting what was happening, I felt the biggest rush of electricity and warmth going out to her that I had ever felt. She came over and rubbed my cock and ass. I asked if she liked them. She said yes, very much.
Later on in the morning she reached in the pocket of my jeans and rubbed the edge of the panties along my cock. It was still going on.
I am here at work and need to start working, but it is "hard" knowing I am wearing her panties, with not only her blessing but with her aura here with me encouraging me and telling me that I am okay, just the way I am. Nothing more to hold back. I am in awe and I am blessed.
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