“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.