All the Way (Part 1) - Sex Stories

All the Way (Part 1)

I'd only been married a little over a year when my wife came home early and found me jacking off using a pair of her panties and to be sure, this wasn't the first time. There I was lying in bed with her wispy little nylon panties wrapped around my dick and cumming like nobody's business. I was so wrapped up in my own pleasure that I hadn't even noticed her standing in the doorway watching me. “Are you having fun?” Her voice scared the shit out of me and my erection faded much faster than normal. My first instinct was to attempt to hide, or at least cover my nudity even though she'd seen me naked a million times. “Don't try to hide. You're so busted.” “I'm sorry Kathy. It won't happen again!” I told her, pleading with her not to be angry. “Don't make it worse by lying, Richard. You know as well as I that it will happen again. Now get out of bed and come into the den so we can discuss this and our future. Oh, don't bother getting dressed, come on in there naked and with a clean pair of panties.” “But… but...” I stammered, so embarrassed I could barely even think. “Just shut up and do it!” I climbed out of bed, put the soiled panties in the hamper and took a clean pair from her drawer before following her to the den. “Is this what you do on your days off? Do you run around the house naked and jack off in my panties all the time? I know it's not the first time so don't even try to tell me it is. In fact, you sometimes wear my panties and jack off into them. I know this because I ...

... find cum stains inside them and they are several pair that are stretched out too big for me.” Hanging my head in shame, I replied, “You're correct. It's just that they feel so sexy.” “And?” “And I just can't help myself.” “So you just grab a pair and wear them around for a while before you soil them with your sperm,” she said. “Pretty much, yea,” I answered quietly. Since I'd been caught in the act again there was no point in denying what I did on a very regular basis. “You admit that you like to wear panties to bolster you masturbation games,” she said bluntly. “Yes.” “Now that we have that settled I want to tell you that I also know you've been wearing my nylons. I know this because you've stretched them out so badly that I can't wear them without them sagging and looking ugly. Now you can tell me that you like to wear them also.” I was caught again and I knew there was no point denying any of what she was saying. “Yes, I like to wear your stockings.” “I'm going out to get dinner and then I need to think this over. I've also got to buy some new panties and stockings to make up for those you've ruined. When I get home I want you to be wearing a pair of panties and a pair of stockings. If you need to 'borrow' a garter belt, you can use the black one since I think that's the one you prefer. I want you waiting for me right there on the couch, and you better have an erection. Do you understand me?” “Yes,” I answered quietly. Kathy smiled sweetly, kissed my cheek and said, “I do ...