On the plane, In panties....

Unless he decided to go commando....

At least that WAS the plan...

"What's up with the panties?" he asked...

What's up, indeed....I think I am developing an honest-to-God fetish about them. Weird.

I had barely even noticed mention of them in the context of "the cuckold" in a story or two being made to wear them. My mysterious 'co-worker' thinks panties are diagnostic. If I can get him in panties, he is by definition a panty-waist cuckold. Stands to reason I guess, but I asked what's up with them.

He doesn't get it either , at least not really but he noticed it is a common theme in cuckold stories, and dominatrix themes and the like. He says that a man that will submit to that will submit to about anything...When we initially were talking about it, I mentioned hubby had cross-dressed for me on a lark years ago..I was challenged to get him into a pair and did so.

Last night, the whole crawling around the bedroom with my panties in his mouth got to me a bit. It's about control and I liked it.

Now this is convoluted to the point of being silly but here goes:

At some point (probably while reading a story about a cuckold and his hot wife), I pictured my husband sitting in a chair in the corner and watching me with a lover, stroking himself through a pair of panties. I decided to make at least in a way to make that happen, sort of...

Which brings us to his statement about "What's up with the panties?". His eyes are a little red and swollen from all the soap in his eyes, but that's another story.

He had packed his suitcase already for tonight. He is on the red-eye flight to Vegas as he has a seminar in the morning. I join him Saturday morning. I took his tighty-whiteys out of his suitcase and put them back in his underwear drawer and replaced them with a handful of my panties. I thought about substituting the pair he had laid out for when he got in the shower.

Before joining him in the shower, I did put a pair of high-cut red crushed velvet Valentines day panties on the bed next to his dockers and polo shirt. In the shower I had sort of a plan, and it had to do with watching him jerk off. I read someone else's blog and it had to do with orgasm denial, which seemed would in hubby's case not work out as taking the carrot away would tend to reduce compliance, one would think, but what I got to wondering was this...

~How long can I go without ACTUALLY fucking or sucking him off?~

This was partially because I had been daydreaming at my desk all day about tomorrow and feeling very very horny. On the one hand I figured I would jump hubby's bones while fantasizing about it, and on the other hand I thought, about my own orgasm denial, to build the anticipation...I came down in favor of letting Early Bird give me my next orgasm. It didn't work out QUITE like that. I did orgasm (twice) but I didn't give him one..

I reasoned I could touch, tease, and even taste him as long as it was all part of the game and not designed to "get him off". I would make him do that himself. Sliding the shower door open, I actually did catch him "soaping it up". Seriously. Not sure if it was a coincidence or what, but I grinned and said "I can help you with THAT!"

Grabbing his slippery cock I gave it a couple of half-hearted (but enthusiastically received) tugs. He was putty in my hands...(smirk)

I pressed my soapy breasts against him and bit his lower lip...then his earlobe. I said "You want another visit from your Dominatrix?" As I breathed in his ear.

He only managed a nod.

"Good!" I cheerfully announced then grabbed him by a handful of wet hair and pushed him to his knees on the hard tile. I thrust my hips forward and shoved his face into my pussy...he got to work very enthusiastically...lips, and tongue and teeth, (OH MY!).

I had in mind to reprimand him for some fault in technique, but it was hard to think of one while I was cumming...The best I could manage was to suppress crying out, and reached for the shampoo bottle...I actually washed and conditioned my hair during my next orgasm, which was a little to strong to bother hiding it..

He practically drowned with the suds in his face, and eyes, and mouth...Not smart, I'll probably get a yeast infection from getting "too clean" down there....

After I had gotten mine..I said, "hold out your hand" and squirted some rose scented conditioner into it. "Stroke!" I instructed....he started going at it and was making eye contact with a knd of far-away look. It was interesting...It just isn;t something we have done often. He has (and REALLY likes) watching me finger myself either during sex or just to tease, but only a couple of times have we done a mutual masturbation thing. I wasn't planning to but I ended up lightly and quickly touching myself while he sped up..I could tell he was getting close because his balls tightened up...I said "Stop!"

Cupping his balls, I said, "It looks like you were about to waste that." Wouldn't you rather shoot that in my mouth?" He almost blew the load then...

I had him stand on the little bench in the shower which didn't quite bring his cock to my mouth as planned. If it went off without warning my tits were about in the line of fire.

"What do you like best about cumming in my mouth? Seeing it on my lips and tongue? Watching me swallow? tasting it on my lips?"

"All of it." He lied We have talked about it after seeing it in porn, but its hot to talk about during but after he cums, its a little icky to kiss those lips he just defiled with his cock...So he doesn't actually taste it on my lips...

"Oh that sounds so hot to me too.." I said

This part was a little scripted in my head before.

I opened my mouth in that little porn star "O" and said slutty encouraging things, while he continued to work up a case of carpal tunnel. I kind of think he must have rubbed one out before I got in the shower because this is taking a while...

Finally he came, and almost missed as he seemed unsure whether he could grab my head and shove it onto his dick. Years of experience though and I was ready....I didn't touch his cock otherwise and didn't do any little oral tricks, just a place to cum..I pumped his own hand on his cock a couple of times to finish the last spasm...then I grabbed him by the hair and pulled him off the bench and gave him a big-open-mouthed cum-filled French kiss...

If I had had the guts to substitute his undershorts for the panties instead of just leaving him a pretty red 'option' this is how the next bit was supposed to go:

He shouted over the blow-dryer, "I can't find any undershorts". Turning it off I said "On the bed."

He came back holding the red "undershorts" and said "just yours".

"Oh, I don't mind, you can borrow them."

"Come on, seriously..." he said.

"I am serious...put them on."

"What's up with the panties?" he would have said here. "I mean we've used them for some kinky fun at times, but you seemed obsessed with them these days.."

I hadn't quite figured out how that conversation would go.

Tell him I 've been perving to tranny porn? No, thats no good, I don't think he would find it hot to see himself in that role. Tell him I have a fantasy about him being a panty-wearing cuckold? hmmm No, sometimes the truth can be so inappropriate! Tell him his cock just looks so much sexier in something lacy? (It kinda does, but I don't see him buying that...)

"Um, I'm flying out tonight..." he would have protested..

"Yes I know, that's what makes it hot...you'll be in that hotel tonight with a bunch of drunk accountants, a couple of strippers most likely, and I'll be the only wife that knows for sure her hubby isn't taking his pants off.."

"He come on"...he protests..."I wasn't very forward with "the ladies" when I was single (an understatement) and no I'm an accountant!"

"Oh, I wouldn't mind you fucking another woman, but I get to be there to watch if you do..."

That would have paused him a bit I would imagine.

No comment.

I held the panties out and he compliantly put one leg then the other in. I pulled them up, then held out his pants. He put them on over the panties and when they sagged the top inch of the panties showed.

"Better wear a belt" I suggested.

"Maybe something shorter would be better?" he weakly ...

"Oh. don't worry a packed several choices so when you get to your hotel you can decide whats the most comfortable."

So I had it pictured that he would leave, a wan smile on his face looking maybe a bit bewildered, hitching up his pants every few steps. The shuttle picked him up so I couldn't see him wriggling out of them en-route...airport bathroom maybe? I'm betting he would have actually gone commando, his cock chafing a bit against twill, when it could have been snug and comfortable in velvet....~smirk~ Would have been interesting to hear him lie and claim he actually went through security screening like that.

So when the comment finally happened "What's up with the panties?" It was not until he was unpacking in his room. He hadn't apparently noticed the absence of Jockey shorts.

Until I told him.."I traded you for your shorts."

"What???..." pause while he must have been checking..."You aren't kidding!...Oh I am SO going to get you for this!"

"Tell you what," I said "You can make me wear your sexiest pair of boxers when we get home. Meanwhile, I'm pretty sure you aren't fucking any of the 'hostesses' in the 'hospitality suite' at least not until I get there!"


Update: he called back and I convinced him he better "pick out a subtle pair to wear to the seminar in the morning"

Predictably he said, "Uh, no..I'm thinking of going commando.."

I pointed out that if he chafed his cock from sitting in the seminar for several hours with hard-on It would probably be too sore for a blow-job when I get there.

He laughs.."I like accounting, but I wouldn't go so far as to say I have a hard-on for the tax code!"

"No but you will undoubtedly have one from the filthy texts I plan to send you during. I plan to have you shifting in your seat and something silky will feel a lot better against your cock then a zipper"

"You have a point."

I actually had him stroking himself laying on the bed in his hotel room wearing just a pair of pantys. He said it felt good in a kinky but disturbing way.