I love women’s underwear. Not only when they are wearing it but also how does it feel , how underwear can decorate the body … So much that before I take it off my wife I firstly have to rub it against her. The feeling of silky lace sliding over my penis, abdomen, testicles … it is something amazing. My spouse however, recently focuses more on comfort than the effectiveness of her underwear, so I feel quite underpowered. I thought it would be different when we went as guests to her friends. She only wore slimming pants which was nothing but sexy.
We have been sitting there for a while. A little alcohol poured on, I had to go to the toilet. On a return I have noticed that the door to the bedroom was open and in the bedroom … was an open drawer in the dresser. Driven by curiosity, bolder after drinking I went inside. I looked in the drawer and almost crossed myself. I saw a beautiful satin pantie in a different colours. I have stopped immediately. I looked through them carefully, imagining how they were touching my penis.
– Tom? – Lila, the owner of beautiful underwear, stood in the doorway. In her hand she had one of the sets she had just taken out of the drawer. She clearly went to show them off, or so I thought. She looked down the corridor. She went inside and closed the door – Katie said what your preferences are.
I swallowed hard. I didn’t say anything. She approached and stretched these panties across my face
– What do you think? How are they on my hips and between my ass?
– I don’t know, Lila … but they are … very pretty.
– You think so? – tilted her head slightly. After a while, she slipped off her skirt, turned her back to me. She was already wearing beautiful lace panties … which after a while were on the floor. She began to slowly pull on the thong with which she praised the girls. I saw the material slide over her skin. I didn’t even try to hide how it turned me on.
– Do you know how they feel? – she looked over her shoulder, pulling them over her thighs and higher – Soft, slippery, and at the same time you can feel every shape of the lace – she pulled them up and adjusted it on herself – They fit my pussy extremely well and give me a lot of pleasure – she shook her hips for a moment, rubbing her thighs together – I get instantly wet when they touch me
-Lila, I don’t…
– Shhh … do you want to touch? She was looking at me over her shoulder. I wanted. I really wanted to. Lila was sitting there in the room, after a few drinks. I figured it was just a touch… I walked over and grabbed the material that was pressed tight against her skin. She laughed. “Not with your hand, you stupid … With your cock,” she nodded at my pants, which were already tight.
I unzipped them and lowered them with the boxer shorts. The head of the penis was already glistening, it was so wet. I stepped closer and ran my penis between her ass, rubbing against the lace strap of her thongs. It was like a shot of some strong drug. Chills ran through the penis, testicles, up the spine to the head. She, too, grunted softly. She giggled under her breath.
– Play a little – she sticked out her ass so I rubbed my penis against her panties. I put it under their rubber band. I felt her warmth and incredible softness, delicacy of satin thongs.
“I have an idea,” she said and pulled them off. She handed them to me – wrap them around your dick and stick it inside me.
– But, but my wife …
– Don’t try to talk about her – she stuck out like a cat – fuck me …
I’ve never seen her like this, but she ignited me with her approach, body … underwear … my every synapse. I wrapped the thong around my cock and stuffed it into her pussy. She stifled a groan with difficulty, and I kept pushing him deeper.
– Oh God, yes, Tom… – she looked at me – fuck me like there’s no tomorrow.
I gripped her hips tightly. I could feel her juices, warm, eager pussy and already wet thong. I started to fuck her with strong, deep movements. I covered her mouth, which choked her screams and groans. I reached for her breast. Another pleasure under your fingers … not only the softness of a firm breasts, but also the touch of a lace bra. I did my best.
She pressed her back against me, and the panties rubbed harder against her skin as I pulled back. It was divine. Her wet lips pressed against my cheek, and after a while I found them with my mouth. I felt a scream choke on her every thrust.
Eventually she pushed me away from her. She led to the bed and lay down on it.
– I love to fuck in underwear, Tom, you know?
“Right now,” I stepped between her thighs and plunged deeply. She bit into my arm. She bit hard as I, unrestrained, moved my hips forcefully, digging into her slits. In addition, the testicles, before they hit her, encountered these lovely panties on the way, completely wet from our struggles.
We didn’t have much time for ourselves. I knew about it. I sped up hard, feeling that we both are very close to having an orgasm.
– Kiss me – she said – Kiss or I’ll shout … Your dick and these panties are the best combination in the world.
“You forgot about your pussy.” I laughed and started kissing her. Our lips pressed together in quick, greedy kisses, full of passion and emotion. Our bodies were in perfect sync. When she started to have contractions, I started shooting.
– Oh God, Tom … – she moaned, putting her hands on my torso – You weren’t paying attention.
I couldn’t stop it anymore. I took my dick out and shot on the top of her pussy. She licked her lips, wondering what to do with this plague.
“Wipe the sperm with them,” she ordered. I smiled. Dirty little bitch I thought. I took them off my penis and began to wipe, both inside and outside her stomach. She took them from me and looking into my eyes, she licked the sperm off her panties – Watch out next time …