To give sort of a backstory: my wife and I have been together for about 7 years, and we’ve experienced a number of firsts together. In the last couple of years, I finally came to terms with my sexuality and came out as bisexual, which my wife fully embraced. After much discussion, we decided that while introducing another person to things wasn’t our cup of tea, we would explore things in and around that realm. One of the things was sharing photos, but since my wife wasn’t comfortable with that, our compromise was stories – and thus here we are.
A couple days ago when I was looking for a pair of socks, I had pulled out a pair of her knee socks and put them on by mistake (some of our socks look pretty similar, but once they went past my ankle, I realized the error of my ways). Weirdly enough, I decided to try the other one on, and some sort of light bulb went off in my head. I felt conflicted, but the kind of conflicted which sends the heart into a frenzy, and blood rushing down the river (so to speak).
We both had a particularly emotionally draining day yesterday, so neither of us really felt like having sex. We decided to just lay in bed, cuddle, and talk about the things we’d like to try sexually. I had jokingly mentioned earlier in the day that I had mistakenly put on her knee socks, and after some pressing, it was revealed that I actually really liked it.
She reached over into the drawer under our bed and pulled them out (easy to tell which ones they were; the ones not exactly neatly put away). She jokingly moaned about how her socks were ruined, and threw them at me to put them on. I slipped one over my foot, the other on the other, and pulled them up to just under my knees. I felt incredibly vulnerable (not new in some situations, since we like to do some femdom related acts), but this was a different sort of vulnerable because it was a direct and visible contradiction of my masculinity. I felt embarrassed and silly and more open than ever before. But then my wife says something that catches me off guard completely:
“You look really cute.”
I don’t know what about hearing that made me feel the way I did, but it made me incredibly aroused. She stood me up, sat on the bed, and had me model them. I turned around, posed my legs and feet, much to what seemed like her enjoyment (though I didn’t ask at the time).
I jokingly mentioned that the “outfit felt incomplete”, and she asked if I wanted to try her panties on. I hadn’t thought about it before – the whole ‘man wearing women’s clothes’ concept being new to me – but in the heat of the moment said yes. She hands me a pair of her panties and tells me to put them on, and so I do. They’re tight, and barely fit (she’s much smaller and daintier than the chubby 5’11” dude I am). My cock is rock hard, and doesn’t fit in the panties. My balls do, so they rest in the nice fabric while my cock twitches outside of it. She, again, has me model them.
My wife then pats the bed beside her and tells me to lay down. Usually this means it’s time for a blowjob or handjob, but she informed me it was time to be punished (which I had to mentally fan myself at because this was the first time she said this unprovoked). I ask her what she wants, and she says I have to masturbate for her while wearing her clothes.
As I do, she strokes my hair and calls me a good girl. She says it’s so cute how my cock doesn’t fit into her underwear, and then says we’ll have to take me pantie shopping for something that fits, hoping to see my bulge in them. I felt so fragile and helpless.
My wife can hear my breaths get shorter, and my moans escaping through the cracks in my voice. She sits up, stops caressing me, and demands I cum all over my cute panties. She begins ordering I do it, explaining that I’m just a dirty slutty girl, that all I care about is how cute I look, and that she’s never seen me jerk off so hard in all the time we’ve been together. She says I make a cute little girly slut, and demands I cum.
I’ve never been one to turn down a demand, so I do. My cock erupts, semen shooting all over my stomach and trickling down my pelvis. It drips down the side of my cock, pooling into my panties. She lets a little giggle out and kisses my cheek, ending this strange encounter with only a single phrase:
“Good girl.”
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8zkwe3/mf_wife_made_me_masturbate_while_wearing_her
She’s a keeper