My Yellow Panties Pt. 02

I met my porn buddy, John, again the next weekend. It was my last chance for an easy meet up before my wife, Rheana, returned from her trip which would make sneaking around harder.

He had called only ten minutes before and I had nothing going on so I promised I'd be there right away.

The cocksucking I had found so stimulating last Friday disgusted me these nine days later. How could I have done that? Surely he had forced me to a degree; it wasn't my fault. And as a former ROTC member I was definitely NOT a sissy which is what he had called me when he had seen that I was wearing yellow panties.

He didn't know they were really my wife's. I just liked that they had been pressed to her pussy all day and didn't at all think of myself as effeminate.

This time as I rang his bell I was intentionally wearing men's white briefs. In fact, I had pulled into an empty parking lot a block away from his apartment and changed in my car. As I took the yellow panties off I could easily see the precum smear my leaky dick left next to Rheana's little smear. In his driveway I had inhaled my wife's musky scent one last time before stuffing the yellow panties into the glove compartment.

He invited me in with a huge smile, "Tad, take off your shoes and let's get started! I've got some great sissy porn playing right now." Now, my name is Thaddeus which sounds just enough like Tyrannosaurus so that my nick name in the service was T-Rex. No one ever called me Tad, but for whatever reason I let it slide.

All I heard was the word "sissy" and it was time to set the record straight, "I only wore them because pussy is great. I'm no sissy."

On my knees, I untied my shoes, pleased to know I'd made myself heard. He replied, "I can see that. You've got normal underwear on today. Of course, that proves you're no cocksucker." I smiled, contented - until I realized he was being sarcastic. If I fought him I'd win hands down. But I was here to make a buddy, not an enemy.

We relaxed on the couch watching a hot babe with blonde pigtails slobbering enthusiastically on a larger than life pole. The bows in her hair and the light blue feminine dress contrasted nicely against his dark manly cock. I was sure he was about to cream her throat when the dude shoved her off roughly. She fell back, sprawled at his feet, exposing the fact that she had a six inch erection sprouting from beneath her billowy costume.

I was shocked to suddenly realize she was a man and I gasped loudly.

My buddy, John, snickered, "That excites you, huh?" He pushed his pants down casually like it was the most normal thing in the world. The sissy onscreen had nothing on John.

"Um, no. I mean it did, until I realized she is a he."

"Well I think it's hot as hell. She's got a cute face, right? Take off your clothes so you can enjoy her show." Reluctantly, I had to admit he was right. Then he added, "And she sure sucks a mean cock."

I "uh hummed" my agreement, throwing my pants on the floor in a crumpled pile. There was no denying her skill and my penis was stiff in my tighty whities which I left on to make a point.

"What'ya think of that beast?"

I was examining the woman's big bussom trying to figure out how they looked so fucking real. Tearing my eyes away I studied the actor's throbbing club. At that moment the guy squeezed out a mesmerizing milky drop which stayed perched at the tip of his pee slit majestically. The great gooey sight left me speechless.

"Look here, Taddy." John grabbed the base of his organ roughly then milked out his own syrupy dollop. My mouth went instantly dry.

Seemingly from nowhere he produced a small wad of clothe and tossed it to me. Unfolding it I discovered a tiny yellow thong. It was sexy as hell. Bright yellow and frilly, I wanted to own them for myself. No more would I steal my wife's. I could hide these away just for myself.

John took me by the wrist. He was forcing me, it wasn't my fault. Slowly he brought my extended finger to that magnetic drop and scooped it up. I felt the spongy firmness of his dickhead too. A string of sticky cum stretched from his meatus to me until it broke leaving my fingertip with a nasty gift. "Rub it on your lips. Like lipgloss."

I shook my head vigorously.

"Just lick your finger!" He was almost shouting.

"I'm not a sissy!"

His tone turned sickly serene, "Do it and you can put on those panties you're drooling over. Do it. Just suck on your fingertip like it's a cock, then you get to wear the sexy thong and be more beautiful than the actress in the video."

I stared at the pretty panties I was holding before my face then on impulse I stuffed my spermy finger into my mouth, sucking it energetically before pulling it out with a slurp. In a flash I was slipping the tiny silky lingerie up my legs without any thought at all about the implications. In a lust filled fog I barely perceived the words, "Good girl." floating somewhere in the air.

Stuffing my dick far back between my legs I admired my new look. My imagined mons veneris looked so alluring in the sexy feminine underwear. I laid back with my ankles crossed in what I hoped was an enticing pose. Why did I care?

John touched me as if pressing on my non existent clit - just checking things out I suppose. "What's your girl name?"

Instantly a name shot out from my lips, "Theodora." What depths of my subconscious had that come from?

He put his arm around my shoulders drawing me near, "Let's just watch the movie, darling." We sat there like a normal couple watching a normal romcom even though we weren't and it wasn't. I melted into his side.

Crushed against his hard body I found I didn't know what to do with my left arm. Laying my hand on his hip solved the problem while creating another. When his cock throbbed it would graze against my pinky. There was no denying I was turning him on as much if not more than the porn.

I felt good but also scared. Butterflies jumped in my stomach threatening to become nausea. My heart was pounding. And my balls and dick were crushed under me trying vainly to become sexually engorged.

John whispered, "You can't let me suffer. You did it and you have to fix it. You owe me."

I could barely talk. The words stuck in my throat as I croaked, "What do I need to do?"

He moved my other hand to his furry balls giving me hope that all he would need was a handjob.

Then John's hand crept up to my neck where he applied pressure, pushing me down. I wanted to resist but had no will of my own. My head went down. His shiny cockhead came up. There was no stopping it. I felt my expression contort into a twisted image of disgust. I also felt the perverted desire in my chest radiate outward warmly.

I opened my mouth to accept the living spear. But at the last moment I chickened out, turning my helpless orifice away from the imposing weapon.

His hand drove my face down into his belly where my lips were buried in his wiry pubes. I felt a hot needy shaft caressing my cheek and felt guilty having denied it its due.

John brought his other hand to the back of my head. Both hands controlled me. I decided to give in. I was going to let him pull me up to the mushroom top and let him impale me against my better judgement. Surely I had only done it against my will the last time and there was something comforting about not actively participating on this unnatural act.

Instead he shifted me slightly so my lips grazed his thick shaft. This wasn't so bad. I parted my lips and stuck out my tongue just a little. I owed him something for teasing him thus far. I could lick as long as I didn't have to willingly suck. I had sucked this cock last week but it felt like that was a long time ago and wasn't really me. In this moment I was having a much harder time coming to grips with the notion.

John's right hand slid down my torso and over my buns giving me a tingle. Reaching further he pushed the slim G-string to the side so he could grasp the head of my penis which jutted out uncomfortably behind my thighs. His two slippery fingers fondled and manipulated my dicktip with erogenous effect. He was pinching the head and tugging my scrotum aggressively, it hurt at times, but it was a stimulating pain that spurred me on.

Moaning, I opened my lips wide, nibbling and mouthing the base of his wide tool. Caught up in the feelings, the next thing I knew I was sliding my lips up and down as far as I could reach on that delicious pole.

John moaned too, encouraging me greatly. I wanted to please this big cock. I wanted to be pleased by having it in my mouth. Unbelievably, the hand that had initially pushed me down was now holding me down away from my goal. "Let me suck it. I need to suck it."

I could hear the smile in his voice, "Theodora, I thought you would never ask." Then his hand cradled my head loosely, allowing me to roam.

I kissed up the side fervently, right past the ridge and didn't stop until the slick crown was engulfed by my cockloving lips.

It tasted like my finger had earlier, but stronger. I sucked hard, swirling my tongue as well. "Oh Theodora, Taddy, you are my beautiful cocksucking sissy girl."

I stopped only long enough to answer, "Yes, John, I'm your sissy in yellow panties. I could suck your huge cock all day." And positioning my face straight on I plunged down as far as I could which was only about halfway before it got stuck. With gurgling and gagging I attempted to deepdick it and get it into my throat but failed.

"Get down between my knees, sissy." I obeyed quickly. I missed being molested but this would be a way better way to make his cock jerk and twitch.

"Now take it deep! Push your throat all the way down on my cock 'till you feel my nuts on your lips." I tried. Then I tried again with more gusto.

"You're too big. It can't go."

Sure it can. I'll do it." Saying that he wrapped his hands behind my head and pulled insistently. I was tightly plugged but it worked eventually. With a stretch, and with his shaft bending, it was forced all the way before he held my head there for what seemed like forever.

When he let me up I gasped for precious air.

"Want more?"

"Sir, yes Sir!"

He quickened the pace, fucking into me with an unstoppable sexual need. I was nothing more than his sissy rag doll. Breathing hard from his exertions he panted, "Where do you want it?"

Merely surviving the assault I failed to grasp the meaning. "Do you want it on your face like the blonde in the video? Or on your tongue, or down your throat?"

How could I answer? Stuffed with cock I just blinked dumbly.

"No problem." He answered his own question. "I wanna drop my load on your tongue so you can relish the whole nasty mess. But first jerk your pud while I screw your face hole.

Trying not to fall over, I pulled my dick with a fast jack hammer motion wanting to cum before John was done and took his cock away from me.

He yanked me to and fro the whole eight or so inches only gradually slowing down just before he let out a low guttural roar, "Aaaagh! I'm cuuummming!" He held my head still, not as deep as when it was down my esophagus but with more than just the fat head past my lips.

Thick heavy salty spurts ejected onto my tongue pooling and seeping into the darkest corners of my mouth and filling me up. There was so much I felt like I had to involuntarily swallow but couldn't since John had commanded me to hold it.

When he stopped thrashing me about I could finally get a good grip on my dick to jerk it the right way. The goop in my mouth was bleachy and slimy and erotic and brought me to the brink of my orgasm. I sucked harder thinking that if I could extract a few more drops it would make me spew my tiny (in comparison) load.

My hand was flying, my nostrils were flaring, then John looked right in my eyes, "Taddy, you're the best and prettiest sissy a man could want for a cocksucking slut." That did it. My hips thrust forward, my balls contracted, and I shot my best ever load on the floor loving his dick swimming in cum in my mouth.

John pulled it out, "Show me." It was such a sick thing to do. But I did it for my man. "OK, you can swallow." It took me three attempts and truly was the grossest thing I'd ever done. But searching the recesses of my mouth I wanted to do it again.

"I can keep the yellow panties, right?"

"Oh sure. I'll get you a new pair every weekend."

I was overjoyed. Yet, as I put my everyday male clothes back on I was ashamed to have become a bone fide cocksucker. I know I'm not gay. Fuck, I'm married. But when I've got the panties on I feel like a sissy and not a man. Only men can be gay. Sissies are supposed to like sucking cock and it's alright.

Sheepishly I got dressed in silence and let myself out. On the short drive home I was filled with longing to do it again but also regret that I had done it at all. He lived so close it would be easy to do. But what if my wife drove down the wrong street one day and saw my car in the driveway?

When I got home she was unexpectedly there, overjoyed and waiting anxiously for me, but also clueless about my wayward adventure. She ran to me leaping into my arms, "I missed you so much I cut my trip a few hours short." Kisses rained down on my face and lips. A face and lips that had not been washed since being defiled by a big cock. Fortunately, she didn't seem to notice.

"I missed you too, Rheana."

Seductively she gave me a naughty look and biting my earlobe whispered sweetly, "Take me to our room. I need you now." Often I liked her headstrong nature but this was a problem. Throughout our marriage it seemed that she and I always struggled for dominance. This was going to have to be one of the battles that I won.

I didn't want to be seen as resisting so I tried to be subtle about it. When that failed I tried to hide the evidence by begging off for a shower. She was having none of it, "Oh T, you know your masculine kingly smell touches my soul... and somehow today it's got an even greater hold on me. Or maybe absence makes the heart grow fonder. You can't make me wait." I was lucky that I wasn't wearing John's gift and had on my regular underwear.

I had no choice. I carried my bride to our marital bed and made love to her. Except that I failed to finish having cum a mere fifteen minutes prior. I hoped she bought my excuses.

Pushing gently on my shoulders she begged, "You can still help me out by kissing me - down there."

With my lips on her pussy and my tongue searching inside I worried: "Could his sperm survive long enough in my mouth to inseminate my dear wife?"

Afterward she seemed suspicious. There was no way she thought I was cheating - especially with a man. As a sissy. But she knew me well and she knew something was up.

When I got home Monday after work she wanted me again. I figured I had not satisfied her yesterday. Even after a long commute on the train I couldn't complain. And today I would be able to perform. I grabbed her around the waist, "Let's go!"

"Wait a minute buster! I'm calling the shots today. Now march in there, strip, and lay on the bed!"

I could submit, if only to make up for yesterday. On my back I called out, "I'm ready."

When she entered she was wearing a sexy black leather outfit I'd never seen before. "Wow! You look hot. And bossy."

She didn't have a whip but she made a whipping noise and pretended to crack a whip, "You got that right. Now lay still." Next she proceeded to blindfold me and tie my wrists. I was in for a very exciting evening.

Then she was gone for a long while.

I was ready for anything when she returned.

I felt her slipping underwear(?) up my legs. "Rheana, don't we usually UNDRESS for sex?"

She just sushed me. Tweaking my now cloth covered dick she patted it before coming close to my ear, "I've got a surprise for you."

She ripped off the blindfold and what I saw made me lose my erection instantly. "I can explain. I just like your panties. They've been close to your puss and I like your odor." Rheana climbed aboard my chest bringing her aromatic cunt near enough to touch my nose.

"That explains why you took them out of the hamper. But it doesn't explain why you wore them."

"I, uh, it's like having your pussy next to my penis. Your essence touching my dick when I run errands..." I hoped to everything dear that she believed me. "How, how did you find out?"

"You were acting strange yesterday. Then I found them in the glovebox this morning. And you left peckertracks." She began to slowly grind her gash on my lips.

I breathed a sigh of relief, "So it all makes sense now?"

She was acting coy, "What you say makes sense." She stopped grinding pensively. "But I didn't know that this morning. Which is why I also checked the GPS in your car." Twisting sideways she slapped my balls soft enough not to damage them but hard enough to send the message that she was serious. Her movement also plunged her cunt forward onto my tongue. She was wet. Wetter than usual. "Who owns the house where you spent so much time yesterday. And you better not lie."

"I was busted! Or was I? "That's my new buddy, John. Just a friend I met recently."

She rocked her pussy back and forth, leaking the sweet secretions I always love. "That makes total sense too. But you have a confession to make. Don't you?"

How did she know? "Yes! Yes, I do." My mind searched for more excuses. Excuses need to be believable - by mixing them with truth. "We watched some porn. There! Are you satisfied?"

"I'm so glad you told the truth. It would have been bad for you had you not." Dismounting she put a condom on my dick. An oddity since I always did it myself. Then sat on my hardness in one go. While riding me towards her first orgasm she didn't drop the subject. "I met John you know."

I was petrified and I wilted just a little, but I still held out hope that he hadn't said anything incriminating. She obviously wasnt mad or we wouldnt be having sex right now. Sex she was clearly enjoying. So I lied: "He's, he's a nice guy. We met at Home Depot and had a lot in common."

Instead of replying she tugged on her yellow panties that I was wearing, "How does it feel to have my panties tucked below your balls as I mount you?"

Relieved, I went with the flow and opened up, "I love them! It's the most erotic feeling."

But my relief was short lived. With a burst of sexual energy she plunged up and down on my dick and started to orgasm, "You came home yesterday with the scent... ooh... of ball... uh... sweat.... aaahhh... on your face." Covered in a sheen of post orgasmic perspiration

She recovered from her orgasm. "It made no sense."

I had no words in the face of her unspoken accusation. "But I'll tell you how it makes you feel to wear my panties. It makes you feel like a sissy. A sissy who doesn't need to be on top all the time. A sissy who just ate John's cum from his wife's used pussy. A sissy who's about to share his secret instead of hiding a part of himself from his previously too trusting and naive wife. A sissy who's about to suck a man's cock while she watches." Having laid it all bare she produced a small wad of cloth, seemingly from nowhere, unfolding it she showed me the tiny yellow thong. It was still sexy as hell.

"How long did you know?" I begged.

"I guess I've always known. I think its what attracted me to you. But the clincher was.. the... ball... sweat... on your face. A little smile appeared on her lips and her body gave a little after shock of a shiver as she said the words that excited her so.

Just then John walked into our room naked as a jaybird and sprouting the huge club that I craved only a day before. I was embarrassed for my wife who was subjected to the sight of a naked man's cock which was other than her husband's. Until I saw the yearning on her face grow stronger as John brought his leaky cockhead to my lips.

Without any prelude he pressed it to my mouth with the full expectation that I was going to suck it in full view of my wife. I wanted to wipe the slick vile deposit he'd left there away and refuse it, but my hands were still tied. Looking to Rheana for her reaction I noticed her grin grow wide and she mouthed the words, "Do it, Theodora."

Apparently she knew every sordid detail and to my surprise was encouraging me to continue down this avenue. So I did what all three of us wanted, I opened my mouth wide and sucked the fat bulbous head into my cocksucking sissy mouth.

I had to lift my head voluntarily to reach it and provide a good angle for him to fuck my face. My eyes never left hers and hers never stopped boring into mine. John made grotesque and graphic noises causing my dick to re-harden, which in turn caused Rheana to pump her puss up and down on me yet again.

She climbed off briefly to kiss my cockloving lips, making incidental contact with John's beast in the process. Then I felt her yank the condom off with a snap, "I was gonna surprise you when I got back from my trip. I'm on the pill now. But I guess now it's a different surprise. This time you get to eat my creampie knowing it's full of cum. And she impaled herself again on my straining erection.

John pulled out for a second to grab my head so he could drive deeper. At this brief moment Rheana asked again, "How does it feel to have my panties tucked below your balls as I mount you?"

This time I answered boldly, "It feels like the best sex in the world."

"Good. Because John and I decided to get you a whole collection of sexy lingerie. And not just panties." With John's fat log filling me up with nasty cum and Rheana's pussy walls sliding along my naked dick I shot my biggest load ever up into her cunt. I couldn't wait for her to add my load to his.

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