Wearing His Wife’s Panties

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Steele was married, but neither of us gave a fuck. We met through a personal ad I had posted on craigslist.

“Want to dress up in my wife’s clothes?” he asked in an email.

I wrote back two words: “Fuck yeah.”

Twenty minutes later I was at his house. I liked him immediately. It turns out he lived only a mile away. Steele was just like me. Clean-cut. Professional. 40 years old. He had a smoking-hot wife but liked to cheat with men.

Steele answered the door in the typical suburban weekend uniform of cargo shorts and navy blue T-shirt.

“Where’s the wife?” I asked.

“Business trip,” he said.

Steele closed the front door behind me and led me through his house to the master bedroom. I could tell by the swanky, post-modern decor that he made some serious coin. Probably even more than I did.

The bedroom was done up in all white from the plush carpet to the perfectly smoothed over bedspread. Steele went to a dresser and opened the top drawer. My heart began to thump as I looked over the neatly folded stacks of satin and lace lingerie.

“Pick anything you want,” Steele said.

I got a serious chubby just from going through the bras and panties. It didn’t take long for me to select a lacy, black bra, French-cut panties and thigh-high stockings with a matching garter belt. Steele smiled wickedly.

“You can change in the bathroom,” he said. “Her makeup is under the sink.”

I could tell he’d done this sort of thing before.

When I closed the bathroom door behind me, I stripped off my T-shirt and jean shorts and began my transformation. First I strapped the bra across my chest. It was a 36c, my favorite size. I hooked the metal clasps together in front and spun them to my back. When I strung my arms through the straps, the bra cups enveloped my flesh like friendly hands. The stockings and garter belt went on next. I fumbled with the clasps on the garters but eventually secured them. The panties went on last. They were just the right size to contain my cock and balls.

Then I went for the makeup. She kept it in a pink plastic container with “Sarah” painted in red letters on the side. I did up my face as much like a whore as I could with fire-red lipstick, heavy black eyeliner, thick mascara and dark gray eye shadow. The image looking back at me in the mirror over the sink wasn’t quite passable as a woman but was awfully close. I felt like a woman. For me, that’s what counted. I finished off the ensemble with two squirts of CK One on my chest and opened the door to the bedroom.

Steele was completely naked with his back against the headboard and his legs spread out in front of him. A porno was playing on the TV. Some bitch was looking right into the camera as a dude pumped her from behind. Steele’s cock was already hard, pointing at the ceiling fan. He looked up and licked his lips when I walked into the room.

“You gonna fuck me like you fuck your wife?” I asked.

“No,” he said.

Steele got up from the bed and walked over to me. I could feel his breath on my cheeks as his cold blue eyes bored into me.

“I’m going to fuck you like her boss fucks her,” he said.

Steele slapped me across the face. It wasn’t hard enough to leave a mark, but it got my attention.

“Welcome to my revenge fuck, bitch,” he said. “Now get on your hands and knees.”

I crawled onto the bed and assumed the doggy-style position. Steele smacked my ass with his open palm. I began to wonder what I’d gotten myself into. I suppose I could’ve jumped up and run out of the house, but I was enjoying myself too much. The fear helped harden my boner.

Steele ran his hand over my ass, sizing it up. His open palm went in circles over one cheek and then the other for a long time. Then he suddenly grabbed the panties and ripped them from my hips. The next day I’d find rug burns along the waistline, but I felt nothing but pleasure in the moment. The pain must have somehow been converted özbek escort to pleasure in my brain.

Steele went to a dresser drawer and got a tube of KY Jelly. He squeezed some on his fingers and rubbed it into my bunghole. Steele tossed the tube on the floor and grabbed me by the hips. Goosebumps popped on my arms as he eased his prick between my butt cheeks.

“I’m gonna fuck you without a condom,” Steele said. “Ever been fucked raw, bitch?”

“No,” I squeaked.

Before I could protest, Steele thrust himself inside me. He gave me all 9.5 inches all at once. It was magical, like a lightning bolt from the sky. Ten thousand watts of pure passion shot through my body. He pumped me slowly at first. It was a rush to know that his skin was touching mine with no latex barrier between us. He was really inside me.

Steele began to pick up the pace. With each pump, his balls slapped off my ass. He grunted. I moaned. The animal instinct kicked in. Steele slammed my ass with everything he had. I thought for sure he would cum quickly, but he kept going like the Energizer bunny. The man had amazing stamina.

Every thrust took me to a higher plane of pleasure. I never wanted it to end.

Steele finally dug his fingers into my hips and shot his load inside of me. I felt his hot goo fill me as he shuddered. He came for a long time. My doo-doo walls soaked up his jizz like a sponge. Steele became part of me. As soon as he squeezed the last drop of cum from his cock, he pulled out and headed for the bathroom. He grabbed a towel and threw it at me.

“Clean up and get out,” he said.

They were the most perfect five words he could have said. There is nothing worse than ruining a good fuck with too much talking. I took off the lingerie and left it in a heap on the bed. The make-up barely came off with just a dry towel, but it was good enough to get to the car and drive home.

Steele called me while I was at work the following Wednesday.

“Orgy at my place Friday,” he said. “Wanna come?”

I closed my office door.

“Fuck yeah,” I said.

“Hold on, there’s kind of a catch,” Steele said. “How many cocks can you handle?”

“Good question,” I said. “The most I’ve ever done at one time is two.”

“Think you could handle 10 or 20?” he asked.

I almost spit my latte across the room.

“Sounds like you’re planning one hell of a party,” I said.

“It’s more therapy,” he said.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“My wife fucks around, and I know it,” he said. “And I fuck around, and she knows it. We’ve decided to get all our fuck buddies together for one big hot and nasty fuck session.”

“Well,” I said, “if you really think it would help, yeah, I’m down for anything.”

Steele told me show up at his house around 8. The anticipation built throughout the week. When Friday came, I put on my best golf shirt and spritzed myself with cologne. I knew I must’ve been the first arrival when I pulled into the driveway. The only other cars at the house were parked in the garage. I took a deep breath and went up to the front door to ring the bell.

Steele’s wife opened the door wearing nothing but a sheer, black camisole with matching panties. She had the body of a 20-year-old stripper with fat tits and a slim waist. But she had the weather-beaten face of middle age with crows’ feet wrinkles in the corners of her eyes. Her long, blonde hair was piled on top of her head.

“So you’re my husband’s fuck buddy?” she asked.

“Uh, yeah,” I said.

She smacked me hard across the cheek. Then she did it again. Just when I thought she was done, she slapped me a third time.

“My name is Sarah,” she said. “I’m his wife. Now follow me.”

Her pert ass swayed from side to side and her high-heels click-clacked on the tile floor as we made our way down the hallway to the bedroom. Steele was kicked back on the bed watching porn, azeri escort wearing nothing but a pair of boxers. He barely waved as Sarah led me to the bathroom.

She had a pink bra and boyshort panties laid out on the counter.

“Steele says you like to wear my clothes,” Sarah said. “Get dressed.”

It was an offer I couldn’t refuse. The look in her eyes told me I had no choice. She watched with disgust as I stripped naked, strapped on the bra and pulled up the panties.

Sarah slipped behind me and put her hands on my hips. We made eye contact in the mirror above the sink. I could feel her breath on my neck.

“Now put on your makeup, whore,” she said.

Her hands slid up my body as I fumbled through the makeup box on the counter. I found a bright red tube of lipstick. Sarah pinched my nipples as I pulled apart the tube. She rolled my nips between her fingers. My knees buckled.

“You ready to get punished, bitch?” she whispered. “We’re going to please a lot of cocks tonight.”

She kept going until we heard a knock at the front door and then Steele’s footsteps heading down the hallway. She let me go as I penciled on some eyeliner.

“Finish up,” she said. “We’re starting.”

Sarah turned around and darted away. I closed the bathroom door. My heart thumped as I brushed some of Sarah’s eye shadow across my eyelids. The thought of taking on 10 or 20 guys suddenly sounded pretty scary. I thought about running for the front door, jumping in my car and driving off. Then I heard a muffled thumping, followed by Sarah’s moans. The orgy had started! My cock started to get hard. I looked at my painted face in the mirror.

“Fuck it,” I said to my reflection.

When I came out, some guy with a tight ass was laid out on top of Sarah, doing her in the missionary position. She was in ecstasy. Steele and two younger guys were buck naked and standing next to the bed with their hard cocks in their hands. The younger of the two guys had surfer-boy good looks. He was the first to notice me. A wicked smile spread across his face.

“Steele, you didn’t tell me you were having a sissy faggot here,” the surfer guy said.

“She loves cock, too,” Steele said, referring to me.

The surfer guy walked around the bed and eased himself behind me. He yanked my panties down to my ankles.

“Bend over, bitch,” he said.

I could tell I had no choice. He was going to fuck me whether I wanted it or not. Steele tossed the surfer guy the lube as I bent over the side of the bed. The surfer guy spread some grease where it counts and shoved himself inside me. If I had to guess, he had close to a full foot of hard salami. He pumped hard and fast with no regard for how it felt to me. To him, I was a piece of meat to be used and thrown away.

It was exactly what I needed. My cock was so hard, I could’ve bust a nut all over the white, satin comforter. But I held back. It was going to be a long ride, and I needed my sexual energy.

If Sarah noticed I was getting fucked on the very same bed she was, she didn’t say anything. She was too busy moaning as the guy with the tight ass grunted away.

I noticed the bedroom was starting to fill up with men. Some were jocks in jeans and T-shirts. A few were business guys in nice suits apparently fresh from the office. They were coming in and stripping down. There was very little conversation. They watched the action like hungry lions eye a herd of antelope.

The guy on top of Sarah finally gave one last thrust and shuddered. When he pulled out, his milky, white cum spilled from Sarah’s sloppy, wet snatch and ran down her taint. A couple of the guys whooped.

Then someone yelled, “Make the fag eat it!”

They started cheering. Sarah slid across the bed. and positioned her cunt in front of me. The surfer guy was still pounding my ass as I lowered my head and licked up the cum, starting with the taint and making kazank escort my way up to her musty pussy. She shivered with joy as I slipped my tongue inside her twat.

Then it was the surfer guy’s turn to shoot his wad. I’ll never know how much he came, but it felt like a five-day load exploding inside me. He finished and shoved me away. Another guy grabbed me and shoved his cock in me. To this day, I have no idea who it was. But I can tell you he had a huge prick. He fucked me roughly while I continued to lick Sarah’s pussy. His balls were slapping against my ass.

Suddenly, Sarah’s pussy was gone from in front of my face and I was looking at a wet spot on the comforter. When I lifted my head, I saw a bodybuilder with a handful of Sarah’s hair. He was dragging her across the bed. She winced in pain but made no effort to stop him. Steele was totally into it. He stroked his cock while watching with rapt attention.

The bodybuilder threw Sarah onto her back and forced himself between her legs. He shoved his massive manhood into her. I never heard a woman moan as loudly as Sarah while the bodybuilder fucked her.

Steele couldn’t take it anymore. He positioned his cock about two inches from Sarah’s face and started spurting. By the time he was done, her face was absolutely covered in cum from her forehead to her chin.

The sight of Steele busting a nut on his own wife’s face set off a sexual frenzy. Guys started stepping up to Sarah and unloading their cocks all over her face and tits. She was loving every second of it, taking every load with an open mouth and open eyes.

Some guy grabbed me from behind and rammed himself inside me. I never did see who it was, but I know he had a long and wide cock. It hurt like hell at first. Then my bunghole began to adapt. Soon, all the pain turned to pure pleasure. The dude came inside my butt about the same time the bodybuilder shot his load and dismounted Sarah.

She was absolutely dripping in cum, as if someone had turned a sperm-filled fire hose on her. I don’t know how many guys jizzed on her, but it had to be at least 15. She pointed at me and then hooked her finger.

“Come here, bitch,” she said.

Sarah guided me between her spread legs. Cum dribbled out of her glistening pussy and ran down her taint. I put the head of my cock on her slit. She smiled through the cum.

Just as I was about to thrust myself inside her, she put her hand on my chest to stop me.

“Do you want to fuck me?” she asked.

I nodded breathlessly.

“Then you have to clean me up first,” she said.

She didn’t have to ask me twice. I started slurping the cum from her cheeks, then her forehead and chin. We kissed and she swallowed the salty goo. I swallowed some, too, while moving on to her neck and then her tits,.

Only when I had finished completely did Sarah give me the subtle nod. I slid my prick into her warm, gooey, slick pussy. While I wish I could tell you I fucked her all night, the truth is that I erupted immediately. Imagine shaking a can of Coke until it’s hard as a rock and then jamming a knife into it. That’s the kind of pressure I released.

When I pulled out, I flopped onto my back. Sarah and I started laughing. We had been through something special. The guys put their pants back on and headed for the door. A few said “thanks” and “have a good night,” but most were quiet. Steele sat on the edge of the bed with his back to Sarah and I. He tried to play the good host, but he was in a daze. He sat there quietly for a long time, even after the last guest had gone.

“Honey, are you OK?” Sarah finally asked.

Steele looked back over his shoulder.

“That was the greatest sexual night of my life,” he said. “Please tell me it was for you, too.”

Sarah looked at each other and giggled.

“Uh, yeah,” we said together as if we were twin sisters.

“Well, then,” Steele said, “it looks like we’ve got next weekend planned.”

Now we’re fuck buddies. Sometimes we play together or in pairs. We help each other fulfill our wildest, kinkiest, most depraved fantasies. We can do it with total freedom. It’s as easy as saying, “Hey, want to eat cum from my asshole?” There is no shame or guild. It’s great to be free.

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