“Come on! You know you want to help make these panties all dirty so you can use them to jack off while I’m away. Hurry up, we don’t have much time!”
“Don’t use my love for the smell of your pussy against me. Just give me a pair of yours.”
“It’s too risky, what if you leave them lying around? Besides me wearing her panties is already making you hard.” As if to prove my point he palmed his hand against the erection already straining against his jeans. If he didn’t touch me soon I was going to have to start touching myself.
I have been seeing Michael for a few months now, and we’ve been fucking like rabbits since the first week we met. He’s married, but I don’t care. I’ll be honest I love the sneaking around, the risk, being his little home-wrecking whore. He’s a dirty fuck and I can’t get enough. Normally I can get him to do anything just by asking but I could see he was hesitant this time. I’m lounging on their bed, my back pressed against the cool headboard a couple of pillows under my ass. Michael’s wife is at work and I’m in their bed wearing nothing but a pair of her soft grey cotton panties. Michael has a panty fetish, I’m always catching him rifling through my hamper. Last week I caught him with a pair of my panties wrapped around his shaft and another pair pressed into his face. I’ll be gone for two weeks, and he asked me to leave him an extra dirty pair. I promised I would, but this isn’t at all what he expected.
l looked up at him for a few more seconds before I moved both my hands to cup my breasts. My nipples were already a little hard just from being in the cool air.
“Fine, if you won’t help me I’ll make them a mess without your help.” I started to palm my breasts and run my thumbs across my nipples. As they began to form hard peaks I pinched them between my first two fingers. My breath was already getting heavier. I moved my right hand down to caress my thighs and used my left to softly flick and pull on my nipples moving from one to the other. I caressed my hips and ran my fingers over my mound. His eyes followed my every move as his hand rubbed his cock roughly through his jeans. I ran my hand over the crotch of her panties and pulled them away from my slit softly with my pointer finger before pulling them tight against my clit. The pressure made me moan softly and I watched Michael’s eyes go big. He was now shamelessly rubbing himself through his jeans all resolve gone from his face.
“Fuck baby, I can see how wet you are. You’ve already got a little wet spot on them”
“Well, why don’t you help me make it bigger?” He didn’t need any more coaxing. He stepped up to the bed and kneeled on the edge between my feet.
“Get down here” His voice was rough and husky. As I scooted down towards him he wrapped his hands around my ankles and slid my body towards his. My head was now on the pillows and my knees rested on his shoulders. He slid his body up until his face was flush with my pussy. I threaded my fingers through his hair as he softly nuzzled me with his nose.
“Took you long enough.” I couldn’t help but smirk at him while I teased him.
“Shhh” He slowly slid his nose up and down my crotch, inhaling deeply. He exhaled audibly blowing warm air onto my clit.
He began softly sucking on me through the fabric. I could feel myself getting wetter, I was so horny I had to be dripping. I know he noticed because he started lapping at my slit faster through the fabric.
He brought his right hand up above his face. He ran his thumb over my clit as he laid his tongue flat and firmly over my slit while he probed my hole through the fabric. His wife’s panties were now nothing but a sloppy wet mess covering my soaked pussy.
He used his thumb and pointer finger to pinch and bunch the fabric together until it laid between my pussy lips covering only the middle of my slit and clit. He wrapped his hands around my thighs and continued to eat me around the panties until I was squirming underneath him. My fingers were knotted in his hair and my hips bucked into him. Michael was a man who loved eating pussy and he wasn’t letting up. He licked and nibbled my pussy and I felt my orgasm starting to build. He took his right hand off my thigh and slid two of his fingers into me. He curled them gently as he pumped them searching for my g-spot. As soon as he found it I felt myself about to crumble over the edge. He sucked my clit into his mouth firmly one last time and I lost it. I came all over his face as he lapped at me hungrily. He kept his mouth on me and licked me slowly as I came down.
Michael rose to his knees and peeled the now soaked panties down my legs and tucked them into his pocket. He leaned down and gently cleaned me up with a few last languid licks. As soon as I got my sea legs I hurried out before his wife got home. I left the next day for my trip. Not even hours after my plane touched down Michael sent me a photo of his wife’s panties, dirty with my pussy juice and his saliva, wrapped around his hard cock.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/n1iw0m/wearing_his_wifes_panties_mf_oral_cheating_panty