Yellow Panties Ch. 01

YELLOW PANTIES

"They're yellow." I commented to Dana. She was the wife of my best friend Cyrus.

She had been teasing me, letting me get some nice upskirt views of her sexy thighs and a peek at her pale-yellow panties.

Dana is a fox, a real beauty. She and Cy have been married for a few years and are good friends with me and my wife Carla.

I was captivated by Dana's legs. She wasn't wearing stockings, so her legs were bare; they were tanned and fit; seeing her muscles flex when she crossed her legs was a real treat. That's when I could get glimpses of her yellow panties. I thought I detected a dark shadow in the front panel of her panties, indicating the presence of a hidden pubic hair. She knew what she was doing as evidenced by her devilish smile and the continuing alignment of her legs that allowed me to see up her skirt.

Dana looked at me and said, "If you're a good boy, maybe I'll give them to you."

Wow! I had to ask, "What would a good boy have to do to get your panties?"

She smiled and said, "Oh, I'm sure you can think of something if we're alone later."

We were having a drink after dinner, sitting in the lounge area of the restaurant where there were comfortable chairs around a little table that held our drinks. Dana was sitting next to me, facing me, a few feet away. Her chair was oriented so I could feast my eyes on her lovely legs. She was wearing a dark skirt and a white blouse. I could see her bra through the semi-transparent material and noted a trace of her nipples poking through the gauzy material.

Our spouses, Cy and Carla were deeply involved in their own conversation on the other side of the table.

I suggested to Dana, "Maybe you could give me your panties now and trust me to earn them later."

She laughed and said, "Promises, promises. I'm not sure I'm going to let you do anything."

I said, "I would love to put my tongue on your little clit and make you come."

She smiled and said, "Tell me more. You have to convince me."

"I'd love to spread your labia apart and put my lips on your little button. I'd taste your juices and swirl my tongue inside your little love hole."

"Ooh, that's sounds like fun." She said.

"I'd make you come on my face."

She laughed, "Would you want to screw me?"

"I sure would. I'd fuck you. Then I'd fuck you again and then again."

"Can you get it up three times?"

"Oh yeah, for you, I sure would."

"Can you still get it up three times for Carla?"

I said, "Just ask her."

Dana laughed. "Oh, I already have. She's told me about you."

"What did she tell you?"

She laughed again, "She gives you high marks in most categories."

I probed for details, but she wouldn't get specific.

She glanced at our spouses, who were still concentrating on each other. She asked, "What color panties is your wife wearing?"

I said, "I don't know if she is wearing any."

"Do you thing Cy is looking at her pussy?"

I watched them sitting beside each other. Cy was totally focused on my wife. Carla was wearing a dark blouse that revealed her nice cleavage. She had undone another button since dinner. The rise of her pale breasts contrasted with the dark material of her top. She had the glazed expression on her face that she gets when she is drinking and is sexually aroused. They were oblivious of what Dana and I were doing. Cy had the look of a man on the hunt, with my wife as his quarry.

"Let's take a walk." Dana suggested.

We nodded to our spouses, too preoccupied with each other to pay much attention.

We stopped at the restrooms, then exited the club, walking into the cool night air. I admired Dana's thin waist and the rise of her hips. Her skirt only came halfway to her knees. My dick was stirring, inspired by Dana's alluring ass.

We were going onto the grounds of the restaurant; an expanse of gardens and lawn areas where numerous events (weddings, banquets, parties) were held. On this delightful fall, Friday evening, there were only a few people enjoying the beauty of the gardens. It was getting late, so most of the patrons had already departed after dinner. Wherever Dana was leading, I was eager to follow. As we exited, I glanced at the table where we had been sitting. Carla and Cy were gone.

Carla and I had been advancing deeper into our relationship with Dana and Cyrus. We'd been friends for a few years, but had only recently begun 'extracurricular activities' with the other spouses. Frankly, we were heading toward swapping, if all of us had the nerve to continue.

Carla and I had discussed the relationship with our friends. She found Cy to be attractive. I thought Dana was hot. We had fantasized often about swapping with others, using porn videos or erotic stories of such things as part of our love making. We hadn't mentioned our friends, but lately, the unspoken understanding between Carla and me was that we were each imagining sex with our friends. The thought of watching Carla with Cy was a real turn-on for me and when she spun tales of wanting to fuck someone while I watched, Cy was the one who came to my mind. My imagination ran wild, picturing Cy between my wife's naked thighs, his face buried in her cunt. She would close her eyes as she reached orgasm and I knew she was thinking the same thing. It was intoxicatingly erotic.

The four of us had advanced from flirting to pairing off with the other spouse when we were together. That's what we were doing tonight. While Dana and I were walking through the garden, Carla and Cyrus were off somewhere by themselves too.

A few weeks earlier, we had kissed the other spouse and I had spent a sensuous hour with Dana on the couch in our living room while Carla and Cy were outside on our patio. Carla had teased me by not telling me the details of what she and Cy had been doing.

I had asked my wife, "How far did Cy get, tonight?"

Carla giggled and said, "Oh. We had a good time."

"Was he playing with your tits?"

She smiled provocatively, "Use your imagination. What were you and Dana doing?"

Two could play this game, so I replied, "I'm not the kind of guy who kisses and tells."

She reacted sharply, "Oh really. Your friends seemed to know that you were fucking me when we dated."

She was right. I had told a few friends that I had finally scored with Carla back before we were married. My excuse was that I was drunk and they had pried the information from me, but Carla was pissed when she learned that my friends knew we were 'doing it'. She got over it and was soon joking with my pals, teasing them about whether they 'wanted some too'.

From Carla's comments, I surmised that Cy had gotten to her tits and probably had his hand in her pants. I had done pretty well myself. I got into Dana's panties and had stroked my fingers in her delicate slit. I put a finger inside her for a while. I had undone her top and spent a wonderful half-hour with my hands and face on her tits.

Now, walking through the gardens, I was eagerly looking forward to getting to know Dana even better. We held hands as we walked. I could smell her perfume, different from my wife's. The newness of our relationship was sexually exciting.

"Beautiful night." She said.

"Beautiful night, beautiful lady." I smiled.

She smiled as we found a gazebo with a few benches. We stood there; I put my hands on her soft cheeks, looking into her eyes. He pretty eyes seemed to express a willingness for me to kiss her. I did. Our lips touched and we shared our passion. Her arms encircled my neck. I wrapped my arm around her waist, sliding a hand onto her hip. Her mouth opened; our lips pressed together; tongues swirled. She tasted so sweet. Her perfume was intoxicating. I mussed her hair with one hand, then stroked her cheek while I kissed her. My other hand roamed over her skirt, holding her against me while exploring. I pressed my pelvis into her. I was sure she could feel my excitement. She increased the intensity of her reaction, twisting her body against me, putting pressure on my erection.

We sat on the bench and resumed our foreplay. Facing her, my knee was between her legs; I could feel the heat in her thighs.

My hand moved onto her leg, touching her wonderful skin. My fingers traced upward, moving onto her inner thigh, so soft and so sensuous. After admiring her pale thighs during dinner, I was touching her there. She didn't resist, her legs parted, giving me access to move higher. Heat was emanating from Dana's crotch. She was aroused, accepting my advances and reacting passionately.

I paused from her stroking thighs, moving my hand up to unbutton her blouse. I undid two buttons and exposed the top of her bra. I pressed my face into her cleavage, nuzzling the soft flesh on her breasts while I continued to undo buttons. She pulled my face up and kissed me, twisting in unrestrained passion.

I pulled her blouse off her shoulders while untucking it from her skirt. Her soft stomach, her little navel was centered on her expanse of tender flesh.

I undid her bra and removed it with her assistance. She was eager for me to expose her tits, offering no resistance. The dark little nipples were surrounded by the halos of her areolas. I love women's tits and Dana's were a pair of beauties. I had admired them many times, bulging under her clothes, imagining what they looked like. My lips met her peaked nubs, licking around the crinkly dark circles, pressing my lips around one, then the other. She was rubbing my head, displaying her arousal in response to my attention to her sensitive breasts.

She said, "Somebody might see us."

I replied, "Do you care?"

She laughed and said, "No, not really." Then she said, "If someone's watching, they're going to get a good show."

My hand returned to her legs, caressing her thighs. I was kissing all over her upper body, her neck, her clavicle, her cheeks, her eyes, her nose, her lips, her breasts.

I removed one shoe and my thumb stroked the sole of her foot. Fingers slid between her toes.

I my hand slowly advanced up her leg, over her calf, behind her knee, to her inner thigh again.

Dana was on fire, aggressively kissing me. He legs were parted, an open invitation to explore. My fingers found the soft material of those yellow panties. I pressed them into her slit; her wetness saturated the cotton material. I slid my finger back and forth. She opened her mouth in raw passion. I nudged the panel of her yellow panties to the side and touched her hot, wet pussy. She spread her legs more and pushed herself onto my hand. I slid one, then another finger into Dana's hungry vagina. I pumped in and out while she humped her hips against my hand. My fingers were soaked with her dripping juices.

I wanted her. My senses were overwhelmed with sexual desire.

I briefly thought of my wife, remembering our vow of fidelity that we had tacitly agreed to abandon. I wondered where she and Cy were and what they were doing.

My thoughts returned to Dana as I dropped to the ground, moving between her legs. She was sitting on the bench, her legs lewdly spread for me.

I looked at those yellow panties, seeing them completely for the first time. They were soaked with her pussy juices. Pressed into her crotch, the folds of her labia and her inner lips were outlined in the wet yellow cloth. I put my face into the middle of her crotch, rubbing my nose against her features, inhaling her scent, a mixture of her perfume and lotion, mixed with the fragrance of her nectar. I sucked on the panties, tasting her.

I gripped the waist band on each side of her garment and slowly pulled them down, exposing her dark patch of curly pubic hair. The waist band slid under her butt. My fingers explored the extremely smooth skin. She was a beautiful creature. As I pulled the panties further, she lifted her hips to help me, then raised her knees as I began to pull them down her thighs. With her legs raised, I caught a glimpse of the dark recess where her tiny anus hid beneath the engorged lips of her vulva.

Down her legs, over her thighs, past her knees, down her lower legs; she lifted one foot and I removed her yellow panties. The final effort to dispose of her panties included removing her second shoe. I put the panties in my pocket. I was going to keep them, presuming that my ongoing efforts would meet with her approval and she would think I was a 'good boy'.

Now, her pussy was exposed. Her skirt was bunched at her waist, cushioning her ass from the metal bench. I was looking at her fabulous cunt for the first time. I was immediately enchanted. I love my wife's pussy, the only one I'd had the pleasure of enjoying. Dana's pussy was every bit as nice as Carla's. The visual image of her vulva is fixed in my mind, the dark swath of pussy hair, the vivid pink folds, her clit, the opening to her vagina.

I took a moment to closely examine Dana's most intimate features, things that only her husband had seen. She scooted her butt to the edge of the bench so her pussy was more accessible. My fingers spread her pussy lips, stroking the soft skin on her thighs, probing the opening to her vagina. I inhaled her scent and tasted her. Everything about her cunt was fantastic.

When I put my tongue on her clit, she moaned. My hands roamed over her body, fondling her tits while my face was buried in her treasure box. I swirled my tongue around the rim of her vagina. Dana put her hands behind my head, holding me in her love nest, breathing rapidly as her arousal increased. I moved my tongue rapidly, flicking inside her vagina, then lightly nibbling her magic button. Her lady-cum soaked my face. I swallowed her nectar and inhaled her scent. She was building toward an orgasm.

Then it happened. She was spasming, squeezing my head between her thighs, trying to smother me with her cunt. Wave after wave of pleasure poured through her. She was not a quiet lover, anyone in the garden would certainly hear her. She was leaning back on the bench seat, her only clothing was the little skirt bunched around her hips. Her feet were on the bench, beside her hips, lewdly exposed.

I undid my pants while she was coming. Before she finished, I stood, my dick was hard and ready. I looked to her for permission. She said, "Fuck me. I want you inside me."

My cock easily slid into her slippery love hole. After lusting for her for months, just like that, I was finally inside her. Nothing was said, but we could see the unbridled passion in the other's expression. Her legs wrapped around me. I leaned in and kissed her. She kissed back, tasting herself on my lips, smelling her pussy juices on my glistening face.

I proceeded to hump passionately with her encouragement. She matched my thrusts, clearly wanting me to thoroughly fuck her. She pulled my shirt up over my head. I was naked down to my pants which were bunched below my knees.

"Come inside me." She wanted it.

We were doing it bareback. Our flesh was pressed together inside her. She was nice and tight. Perhaps I should've planned and brought a condom, but that would've seemed presumptuous. The spontaneity of the situation drove us. There was nothing protecting her womb. I presumed she was on the pill, but had never asked. I didn't care. A hard dick has no conscience.

I heard someone walking nearby, but we paid no attention. We were going to fuck regardless of who saw us. Nothing could resist the passion that had risen between us.

The familiar sensation of my approaching orgasm drove me to pump harder. Then it happened. My dick exploded inside her, blasting my semen into her womb. My cock was pressing her cervix, so my cum poured deeply into her. Dana was moaning and coming. We were totally focused on each other, completing an intense coupling. We had fucked each other with the passion of first-time lovers. It was fantastic.

In retrospect, our intercourse seemed to have been inevitable, and now it had happened.

After a few moments, embracing while we recovered, I backed away. My legs were weak. Dana was regaining her composure, still breathing heavily. Her chest was heaving, her breasts rising with each breath. She was glowing with perspiration. Her legs were still agape. A trace of my semen had escaped her vagina and trickled from the entrance.

I pulled my pants up and helped her sit up. I found her bra and blouse. She put the blouse on, but not the bra.

"Where are my panties?" She asked.

I pulled them from my pocket and offered them to her.

"You keep them. You earned them." She said.

I smiled and told her how fantastic she had been.

We arranged our clothes and walked back into the lounge, looking for our spouses. We were disheveled; it was obvious to the few people remaining in the lounge that we had been fucking.

Our spouses were nowhere to be seen. I checked my phone to see if Carla had texted. She had. "Cy got us a room. See you in the morning."

Maybe she can tell you what happened to her. That's part 2.

Dana and I went to our house (Carla's and mine) where we spent a glorious night, fucking and sucking each other. She sucked my dick. We showered together. I ate her pussy again and we fucked three more times before morning. It was about ten, when our spouses contacted us to discuss plans for the day.

We had crossed the threshold with our first swap. More adventures were ahead.