Wife Packs Surprises In My Suitcase

If you've read my previous stories then you will know about my fetish for underwear.

I love seeing and playing with other guys in briefs, jockstraps, etc. My favorite are classic white cotton briefs. I also love women in sexy lingerie, garterbelts and stockings and other silky, lacy things. "Granny " panties or other full cut undies can be fun and sexy,

too! I have occasionally worn panties and other women's lingerie as well, especially if I'm with a partner who enjoys it as well.

One weekend I needed to go out of town for a business conference. A rare occurrence and the two times these conferences had happened before Lily was able to come with me. Unfortunately, this weekend she had previous commitments and had to stay at home.

Friday, after work, I went home to pack my bag, shave, shower and be ready to leave in the evening. Lily was home that day and she gave me a great send off with fine wine, a delicious meal, and a bit of absolutely mind blowing sex.

I took a shower and walked into the bedroom. Lily had left a pair of pink cotton panties on top of the clothes I was planning to wear that evening.

She told me she had been wearing them all day until she changed into her sexier silk undies for our evening.

I lifted the soft underwear up to my face and was pleased and excited by the scent of this woman I loved.

"Put them on." Lily said. "A little something to remember me while you're away. "

"As if I could ever forget you. " I answered. "You know I'm going to have a perpetual hard-on all weekend thinking about you!"

We hugged and began some heavy kissing, but she quickly pushed me away and told me to get dressed. My cock was just beginning to stir with excitement.

I stepped into the soft pink cotton after giving one more quick whiff of the heavenly,

womanly scent. The fabric carressed my cock like Lily's soft hand.

I put on my shirt, pulled on my jeans, and finished getting dressed, fully and excitedly aware of the pink panties underneath.

I was checking in at the hotel and the desk clerk told me that Mr. Scott, my boss, was asking everyone to go to the bar for welcoming drinks. She said my luggage would be taken up to my room. I thanked her and walked across the lobby to the bar.

Mr. Scott greeted me warmly. I got a drink and made the rounds saying hello to my co-workers and meeting some of the reps from other companies that were attending the conference.

Suddenly I felt a clap on my shoulder.

"Hello, roomie!" I turned around and found Steve, who worked in the same department as I, with a drink in hand and a smile on his face. He and I were about the same age, and I had always admired his chiseled good looks and wavy dark hair.

"Hey, Steve!", I said " Roomie?"

Mr. Scott was nearby and said "Yes, since I knew you weren't bringing your lovely wife with you, I had you two booked together. Hope you don't mind "

"Oh, no, great ldea! Steve and I can kick around ideas for the projects we're working on." I said.

"There's always time for that" Mr. Scott replied. "Relax and have fun this weekend. "

The three of us clinked glasses at that and then mingled in with our other co-workers. There was quite a bit of drinking and very little talk of work that evening.

Around 11 p. m Mr. Scott announced that the bar was closed and he wanted everyone to head up to their rooms and get a good night sleep. "We start early in the morning and I want everyone sharp - no hangovers!"

Once in our room, Steve and I started to unpack our bags and hang up our dress shirts and suits in the closet.

"Oh, fuck, I'm going to kill my wife!"

The moment I realized I had said that out loud, I instantly regretted it as I remembered Steve was in the room and would inevitably ask about the problem. How was I going to explain the silk and lace bikini panties in my suitcase? And then came the dreaded thought "What if he tells the other guys about this?!"

"Whoa, dude - what's wrong?" Steve, of course, asked.

"Nothing really. My wife just packed the wrong things for me " I answered, trying to act casual and shrug the incident off.

. "No big deal." I continued, and went on with my unpacking.

When I turned back to my suitcase, there was Steve with a grin on his face and a pair of red silk panties swinging off his finger.

"Yes, I know, its very funny. " I said sarcastically. "My wife took my briefs and packed her panties. "

"Why? " he asked.

" Because she wanted me to have something so I would think about her all weekend. "

" Yeah, but why take your underwear?" Steve asked.

"Probably because she expects me to wear those." I answered pointing to the panties.

"Wow. Really?" he said, "And would you? "

"Well, don't really have an alternative, do I? I'm not going commando under my suit." I said. "At least in the morning. I'll have to make a run to a store during a break tomorrow to buy some briefs. "

He started to giggle and I said " Glad your amused!" I then got in his face and put my finger up to him. "Not one word of this to anyone, you hear me?! I better not see or hear one giggle or snicker in my direction this weekend!"

He backed away and put his hands up. "I swear I will not tell anyone a thing! " he said.

His face went back to grinning and I could tell he was struggling a bit to not laugh out loud. I gave him a very stern, dirty look and he put his hands up again.

"I promise " Steve emphasized again. "Guess we should get ready for bed." he continued.

"I don't know about you, but I could really use another drink. Think the boss would catch us if we ran down to the bar for a nightcap? " I asked.

" No need, my friend. " Steve said as he pulled a bottle of bourbon from his suitcase.

"Good job, my friend!" I exclaimed.

I picked up the ice bucket and said "There's an ice machine at the end of the hall. Be right back."

When I got back to the room with the ice Steve was getting undressed. He was shirtless and I couldn't help but to admire his physique. He wasn't a body builder or anything like that, but it was obvious he kept active and in very good physical shape.

My body is not bad at all, but I'm more the thin, bookish kind of guy.

As I entered the room, Steve was unbuckling his pants and when he pulled them down my eyes went immediately to the black bikini underpants he was wearing. When he stood up, I couldn't help but notice the sizeable bulge in his somewhat skimpy underwear.

I pointed at him and said "Hey, your underwear isn't much bigger than Lily's panties!" I laughed

He laughed as well and said 'Yeah, guess you're right about that! "

I started to take my shirt off, but didn't really take my eyes off of him as he crossed the room to hang his pants in the closet. His tight butt looked great in those black bikini briefs as well. I could feel my cock start to tingle as my mind raced with fantasies about this sexy man.

Suddenly I remembered the pink cotton panties I had on under my jeans.

Steve was at the dresser pouring our drinks as I timidly said "I have something else to tell you, and this is a bit embarrassing. "

He turned towards me and handed me my drink. "What's that?" he asked.

Then it dawned on him. "You're wearing panties now, aren't you? "

I smiled sheepishly and told him that Lily had asked me to wear the panties she had been wearing all day before I left for the conference. For some reason I also told him that I liked having them with me because I could smell her scent on them.

He smiled and said "You know, that is kind of hot. I like smelling my girlfriend's underwear, too. Especially when we're fooling around and her panties get damp."

"Oh, yeah" I said. "I love going down on a girl and smelling and tasting her through her panties."

"Definitely, dude!" he exclaimed. We clinked our glasses together in this moment of male bonding.

I pulled off my pants and I watched Steve's reaction as the pink cotton panties came into view. I was also a bit excited, first from the view of my sexy coworker and also from our conversation. My cock was beginning to stir and grow inside the panties. I began to notice that the bulge in his skimpy underwear was a bit bigger as well.

"I don't know about you, or most guys really, but I would rather eat a pussy more than fucking it. I mean, yeah, fucking feels fantastic, but there's something about the smell, and taste and the feel of it around your lips and tongue. " I said.

I truly believe that, but I think I said it just to keep the tension in the room. Hours ago the very idea that anything sexual could possibly happen with this masculine straight guy would have seemed absolutely ridiculous to me. Impossible, except in my imagination.

"I totally get what you are saying." he said, as he sat on the bed next to me. "I love going down on a girl. I could do it for hours "

"Right?!" I agreed. "And their response is the best! You can drive a girl crazy with your tongue. And the writhing and the moaning - so fucking hot!"

"Oh, yeah, dude! I give my girlfriend orgasm after orgasm like that. " Steve said.

"Fuck yeah, " I agreed " I give far more orgasms with my mouth than I ever did with my dick!"

We both laughed and clinked our glasses together again. We drained our drinks and Steve stood up to make a couple more. He turned towards me the hard cock tenting out his tight little briefs was undeniable and almost right in my face.

"Sorry." he said, " Guess all this talk got me excited."

"Nothing to be sorry about, dude." I answered. "I'm excited, too."

I leaned back on the bed so he could see my hard cock stretching out the pink cotton panties. A drop of precum made a dark, damp spot in the soft fabric. I reached down and gave my dick a squeeze through the cotton of Lily's panties.

"Damn. You are turned on. " he exclaimed.

"Thinking about a delicious pussy will do that to me " I said and reached for my drink in his hand, accidentally brushing against the hardness in his underwear. He flinched a little, but didn't back away.

We both took a healthy swig of our drinks. He stood there in front of me. I was sitting on the edge of the bed. He looked down at me, anxious maybe, a bit nervous perhaps. We both knew what he wanted me to do, or maybe he was just seeking relief but unsure if a man's touch was really the way to go about it.

I took another swig of my drink and he did the same. I set it down and slowly reached up to the bulge in his briefs. I gently squeezed his cock and a soft moan escaped his lips. I continued to slowly stroke his rod through his underwear and raised my other hand to gently massage his balls. Another moan and a gentle shudder through his body told me he was enjoying what I was doing.

I grasped the waistband of his bikini briefs and pulled them down. His seven inch circumcised cock came into view and I immediately began to lick it from balls to head. I tasted a delicious drop of precum before sliding my mouth down his length.

He was moaning much more loudly now and his body shivered with the excitement. I tried to take my time and stretch out his experience. But he could only take so much before he grabbed the back of my head and started thrusting his hard dick into my mouth

and with a loud cry and a violent shaking of his body Steve shot spurt after spurt after spurt of his luscious cream into my willing, swallowing mouth.

He held onto my head, his slowly softening cock dripping the last few drops as his body relaxed for several more minutes.

He slowly backed away, his penis quietly withdrawn from my mouth.

I looked up into his face. He was looking down at me. He looked puzzled, yet ecstatic. I could tell he wasn't sure what to make of this experience. My take from this, his first blowjob from another guy, was that he obviously enjoyed it, but the macho heterosexual part of him was telling him he should not have liked it that much. I also think he was surprised that it was probably better than any cock sucking he had gotten from a woman. (Of course, that could be my ego talking to me.)

All he said to me was thank you, and that it was fantastic. Then laid down on his bed.

I laid back on the bed, pulled off the panties and began to stroke myself.

, He was watching and asked if I was okay just doing that. (meaning masturbating )

I said yes and went back to my fantasy of feasting on his cock until I shot my load As I walked into the bathroom to clean up, he said "I've never watched a guy do that before. Kind of hot."

"You should try mutual masturbation. That's lots of fun! " I said.

"What do you mean?" he asked

"When you and another person jack off together and give each other a hand. And no, it doesn't have to be another guy. Circle jerks can be fun, too. - thats when you do it in a group."

Yeah, I've heard of circle jerks before." he said.

"Good." I said. ' Now let's get some sleep. " I said and rolled over and turned out the light.

I never did go out and buy men's underwear, just wore Lily's panties under my suit during the various presentations that weekend. Steve was true to his word and never told a soul about my underwear dilemma.

When the conference work ended on Saturday there was a group dinner. Afterwards a bunch of us guys went to a local strip club.

Back in our room Steve stripped down to his blue bikini underwear and I undressed to Lily's red silk panties. We had a nightcap, and after our long, busy day we went to sleep. But it was nice being comfortable with each other wearing only our skimpy underpants.

After breakfast Sunday morning we were saying our goodbyes and Steve surprised me with a big hug and said "Thanks again for Friday night. I'll never forget that. "

"It was totally my pleasure. " I answered him sincerely.

As he walked away I called out to him "See you Monday morning, my friend. "

He stopped, looked back at me and laughed. Seems he almost forgot we work together.