Interesting what you don't know interests you till it does...

This little video clip is but one example. I was aware (as I think most women are) of this arrow in the general quiver of flirty things you can do to catch a guys eye. I hadn't thought of it as a full-on fetish till a couple of different guys wrote after I had in passing alluded to doing this with Derek. This video was one I looked up to explain to hubby how I was teasing Derek a little as "punishment" for noticing him noticing my shoes. This led to a discussion about tattoos. Neither hubby nor I have any or any plans for same but both agree hers looks hot here. We talked about some temporary tattoos as something that might be fun to try.

This led me to think of the many things that I either search out myself now online or hear from others about in response t my blog.

There is a whole category of kink revolving around panties it seems. These panty perverts (and I mean that in the most wholesome and delightful and encouraging way) come in all stripes and flavors it seems. There are those that want me to go sans panties and enjoy the breeze up my skirt. There are actually fans of vintage look from granny panties to the ruffled "rumba butt" . There are fan's of thongs and french cut and low riding all requiring a different level of deforestation or being shaved like a porn star to accommodate all these taste. There are fan's (elvis was one) of the more "natural" look peeking out around the fabric. There are crotchless and even edible ones...(just FYI, they are neither particularly wearable nor edible, just sayin').

Then you take all of those choices and do a little gender-fucking. Guys in panties are interesting. Some do it for a kink. Some like the feel. Some like to be humiliated and find it shaming. Some delight in it. Some like to shave smooth and "be the girl" some like to make it obvious they are fucking with gender and proudly display hair legs. Some wish they could shave but hesitate because of the discussion that would ensue with the wife or the girlfriend (or both!...teehee!). Then you have manly men, who have no such interest ineither crossdressing or panties yet shave like a pornstar and proudly display shapely legs...I wonder how many cyclists crossdress or how many corssdressers swim?

And all of these kinks doesn't even begin to address the varied places readers seem to be coming from. I've got cucks and sissys and cuckolded sissy's (which interestingly aren't all one and the same.) I have wife-hunters and milf-hunters and bulls, (oh my!). I have cuckoldresses and cheating wives. Monogamous pairs. Swingers. What a great cocktail party they would make one and all, no? Hot wives and slut wives and cheating husbands and even the occasional ascetic.

Wasn't there a country song a while back."Who's cheating who, and who's bein' true, and who don't even care anymore?"

Panties...or Not.

Interesting how panties figured into so many posts here. It only became an issue at all because of Jim's perception that husbands that send their wives out to get laid are panty-wearing cuckolds. It didn't dissuade him for me to mention that hubby had once (twice?) YEARS ago.

This led to me slipping a pair onto hubby and being surprised both at his lack of resistance and my visceral reaction to the process and the resulting look. Not what I expected.

This led to very interesting reactions from followers to this blog.

One fan who used to wear panties himself years and years ago, has started wearing them again in sexy tribute of sorts in a way that has taken on a life of its own. He bravely went out and purchased what sound like really cute pairs and has both enjoyed the experience and it sounds like been a bit discomfited by it. Getting out of our comfort zones is hot.

One would like to see me leave them out altogether and go sans panty to work and flash my little shoe fetishist underling. (under-the-desk-ling?) hmmmm. On the one hand I am already WELL over the line vis-a-vis company sexual harassment policy, but on the other hand it is pretty rare that a man would ever complain about such. He seems more than a little accepting of what I had to say, but it doesn't seem right when a male supervisor would get castigated for far less.

Well and good to take the high road, but I find myself checking out of the corner of my eye to see if he is checking me out out of the corner of his...He has been far more subtle since I more or less told him I noticed him noticing me. Its bizzare how him knowing I know and being more discreet is both hotter and frustrating. Derek MUST be still stealing looks, but not seeing him do it is maddening. On the other hand, since he is smarter about it ratcheting up the game a bit does seem do-able and that has me musing at my desk these days.

Where was I? Oh yes, panties.

So my new-found friend and I have had long talks on the subject. He has affirmed that there do seem to be lots of straight or bi men that enjoy panty play. It seems odd to me now in hindsight that it is associated with 'gay' when you think about it. More a submissive act I think. He has me thinking and behaving in dominatrix fantasy and I find I like it. I wonder about feminization, and ordering boys about. Boys in panties. Or out of them. Considering another Ashley-Madison profile expressly tailored for that sort of kink. I wonder though of men, already nervous about cheating, are trusting enough to let go in that sort of direction if they have that sort of urge.

Interestingly, as I was musing about all this I noticed that I had had a visitor to the blog who had reached me by Googling "Sissy Cuckold Blogspot" and I wondered. It is a Bull as they call them looking for prey; a hotwife easily cut out of the herd, left unattended by a sissycuck? Was it a submissive man, longing to hear of or even just suspect that while he is home trying on wifey's panties, she is out getting laid by his betters? Is it a wife wondering how best to deal with the desires of her 'man' who seems more sissy than man to her of late?

Seems odd in a way to be writing things that might appeal to any of the above. My husband isn't the most manly of men, but hardly a sissy until I urge him that way. Feminizing my husband doesn't seem lie something I would have in anyway aimed for in the past nor can really imagine wanting in the future on any permanent basis. Strikes me as one of those risky "be careful what you wish for" sort of things.

So here I am kind of full circle. I started with anger at a husband trying to have me seduced. Evolved to discussions of cuckolding of the stereotypical sissy cuckold type. Advanced the thought in tandem paths that never crossed of sissyfication of husband and actually cuckolding him, but without his direct knowlege. So I asked Jim about what he thought about the whole panty wwearing aspect of this thing now that his guess that hubby would came true..."Would you wear them if Wifey asked?"

"I am sure I would." he said...he chalks it up to the fact that men will do damned near anything to get into a woman's panties. So to speak.

Update for today's post

(edit: Jim ~for whom I am on this week-long campaign of slutty attire to lure him out of hiding~ said he loves the sound of the shoes, has a shoe thing himself. I have agreed to wear nothing but them for the rest of the week until he gets a chance to slip into the building to voyeur them)


Added:
Good thing classic black pumps go with everything but it does limit my sartorial options. I already can;t reasonably bare midriff in the workplace, less the young sluts on my team outshine me, and well it's just unseemly for a 40+ boss lady. Further the 'one slutty thing at a time" means that the heels and a mini, or the heels and deep decolletage are out as well.

I will have to fall back on the "accidental" slutty signals. Mostly snug fit. Like "OOps is it cold in here of does this unlined bra and thin twin-set sweater not disguise the location of my erect nipples?" The "Oh, dear did the whale tail of my thong show when I bent over in these medium rise jeans?" is a good one but you can't pull it off all day, or you get a crick in your back form bending over all the time. Panty lines are sexy as I understand it from guys despite how hard we try to avoid them. No panty lines when there definitely should be some cause consternation as well. Camel toe is hard to pull off in the office, especially except on casual Fridays and I usually wear jeans and ones tight enough for that are hard to sit down in.

I've thought about it and decided I will not be posting my attire here for Jim to see lest he merely wait till my lunchtime furtive post and choose to stop by (or not) only AFTER he has seen the menu. I am damned sexy in anything and he will take what he gets when he finally deigns to lower himself to peep at me. So there!

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.