My wife has quite a few high-quality ‘fashion’ panties in her lingerie draw. My favourites are a suite of delectable satin panties in red, white, black and gold. The satin is quite lovely and stretchy with a pretty lace border and tiny bow on the front V-panel.
Sometimes I get the opportunity, I come home from the office early, pull down my trousers and underwear and selecting each of the panties in turn, wrap them around my cock and slowly pump my shaft with the soft satin rear panel. I enjoy watching myself in the bedroom mirror as I love seeing the shiny satin ripple enticingly in the light as it flaps against my scrotum as I rub. When I feel orgasm approach I stop, breath deeply until my cock subsides.
Carefully inspecting my knob for precum before choosing another pair, I repeat the process.
I like to start off with the lustrous white pair, because they seem to symbolize virginal purity, then the golden pair, black and finally the red pair since they evoke images of the impure whore.
I never cum in them as my wife would feel as if I were ‘cheating’ on her by making love to her panties, even though she acknowledges my love of panties and we often use them in our sex-play. But let’s face it guys… nothing beats beating-off into lovely soft panties in private!
I was resigned to the fact I would never go *all the way* with these particular satin panties (how I yearned to rub in them continuously and blow my load without guilt) but a few months ago I was thrilled when, on a certain Saturday morning (our laundry day) my wife handed me a basket of clothes and asked me to take them out to the laundry (we have a separate laundry a little distance from the house) and load up the washing machine. I was about to protest when peeking through the lattice of the basket I spied a familiar glint of gold.
It was the puckered edge of the leg band of one of the lovely pair of satin panties that I enjoyed secretly masturbating with! My heart nearly stopped, but I quickly stammered “Leave it to me!” and quickly (a little too quickly — hopefully she didn’t notice) grabbed the basket and headed outside to the laundry.
My mind raced. This was surely a perfect opportunity to have my way with the soft sweet satin panties, to fuck them until orgasm and guiltlessly toss the cum-drenched object of my erotic desire into the washing machine. The perfect crime!
My wife would expect me to take no longer than maybe 2 minutes to perform the task of loading the washing machine with detergent, pour in the contents of the basket and start the wash cycle. Any longer than this would surely motivate her to question the delay and come to investigate.
Could I have my way with the lovely panties in less than 2 minutes?
Normally I prefer masturbation to be nice and slow, but speed was of the essence in this situation! Anyway, I reasoned, I would finally experience the kinky pleasure of cumming in forbidden panties. Ah, a blissful prospect!
With my plan in hand I sped to the laundry and rummaged through the basket. I put half the contents of the basket — mostly socks and other boring underwear — into the washing machine. I figured that if my wife suddenly appeared I could be discovered still loading the machine… seemingly innocuous, giving me a few seconds to stash the golden panties into the machine and for me to quickly whip up my shorts, concealing my hard-on.
Yes! The plan **was** viable!
I lowered my shorts just enough to allow me to pull out my cock, already highly aroused, from the side of my underwear (I wear briefs for this purpose!)
I was tingling with the thrill of it all. My hands trembled as I pulled the gold satin panties from the basket. Ohhh… they looked *so* good. Even more so than usual, as they were creased from wear and my wife unceremoniously stripping them off and throwing them into the clothes basket — the precious smooth shiny satin crushed by the other garments.
The clock (and cock) was ticking! I lifted the panties to my face, permitting myself a quick brush against the lips. The slight musty aroma added an inch to my already quickening hard-on. Marvelling at the maddeningly slick material, I wrapped the smooth panties around my yearning cock, the rear-panel rubbing up against the underside of my shaft… ohhh, it felt so good. So lovely.
Despite wanting to lose myself in euphoric pleasure as I rubbed the slippery satin against my dick, I kept an eye open for the laundry door. I hoped I could react quick enough if I saw or heard the doorknob move. I really wanted my cock to be very hard for optimal orgasm and yearning for the long-awaited satin-clad climax, so even though time was ticking… I deliberately edged and rewrapped the panties to get the soft fabric completely encasing my length.
As I thrusted rapturously into the inviting silky folds of the golden undergarment I felt the sweet lure of orgasmic surrender nearing, but this time I thrilled at the prospect of not having to whip the lovelies away at the critical moment. Looking down at the lustrous gold satin flapping insistently as I jacked faster and harder was enough to send me over the edge… aaaaahhhhhh!!!
Oh God, it felt so so so good to continue deeply thrusting into the soft panties, waves of pleasure swept over me as my climax peaked and plateaued, I tightened my grip and I could feel the globs of jizz seep through the satin as I pumped in sheer abandon. As my dick gradually subsided I slowed down, still breathing hard I balled the panties and dabbed my cock — dribbling with cum — with the panty gusset. I quickly tossed the sodden lingerie — the perfect golden sheen ruined, splattered with a mosaic of copious warm semen — into the washer tub.
I hurriedly stuffed my wilting beet-red cock into my shorts and continued loading the washing machine, dumping clothes on top of the violated intimates. Not a moment too soon, I heard my wife calling asking if everything was ok… I turned on the machine and it started to fill with water, purging my joyous issue from the forbidden lingerie.
My contented member, denied no longer the sweet ecstasy of going-all-the-way, was treated to more Saturday mornings of taboo-shattering, forbidden, laundry lingerie lust!
So far my wife has no idea why I always happily volunteer for laundry duty…
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