The Wrong Panties - Sex Stories

The Wrong Panties

... girth.

Carmel was speechless, simply staring in wide-eyed wonder, slowly pushing her toy back inside her without even realizing what she was doing.

"You're… so…. big," was all she could stammer, her voice catching in her throat.

Josh chuckled, "Well, thanks, I guess."

"I mean," Carmel started, finding her words again, "I thought you might be as big as my toy, which is bigger than Chris, but this…" She trailed off, moaning deeply as her toy once again found her depths. "I don't even have anything big enough to pretend, even in the vegetable drawer," she chuckled, wide-eyed.

By now, Josh was slowly stroking up and down the full length of his blood-engorged cock, his long fingers failing even to reach around its girth, moaning deeply as he did so.

"I might just have to come over then," he chuckled.

This made Carmel groan, unable to stop herself from speeding up.

"Don't even tempt me," she murmured.

For a few moments, Josh continued to stroke his huge cock, saying nothing. It was as though he was thinking of what to say next.

Hesitantly, he whispered, "Thirty-two Smith Street."

Carmel kept stretching herself out, her eyes fixed on Josh's enormous manhood, the comment initially only registering in the back of her mind.

Then it registered properly.

"What–?" she started.

"Your address," Josh growled, more confidently, adding, "from the office mailing list."

Carmel moaned deeper, unable to stop herself. Even pretending she could have the ...

... real thing was spurring her on.

Josh appeared to hesitate, then make a decision. Carmel watched, confused, as he pulled on a t-shirt.

"Unlock the front door," he murmured hungrily, leaning his face right in close to the screen, "I'll be ten minutes."

"Wait, Josh–" was all Carmel could frantically stutter out before Josh hung up.

Stunned, Carmel sat for a full minute, staring into space as she continued to robotically push and pull the dildo in and out of her sopping pussy. Her heart was hammering in her chest, her chest rising and falling deeply.

Then, almost zombie-like, Carmel stood and quietly climbed the stairs, going to the front door and unlatching it quietly. Glancing up the next set of stairs to where her husband and kids slept soundly, she crept back down to the basement. Without even thinking, she leaned back into the lounge and inserted the dildo back into herself, sighing deeply as she resumed her slow pumping.

The next ten minutes were the longest of Carmel's life, and when she finally heard the soft click of the front door opening and then closing on the floor above her, she almost came, having to slow her pumping. Watching the stairs, she finally saw Josh's feet, then legs, then torso, and finally head. He was clearly not wearing underpants, as his still-erect cock thrust the thin material of his tracksuit pants out. She could just imagine how jealous that thing would make Chris. The thought should have made her feel guilty, but instead, it ...