The Panty Fetish

I have always had a highly demanding job, making key decisions daily, but when I got home, I had no desires for making decisions. My wife filled that void, and was always led by her in our daily life.

On reflection, I enjoyed being led by her, far more relaxing and calm, totally synergistic in our marriage. We challenged each other at the right times, resulting in maximising experiences and enjoyment in our relationship.

Maybe this was the secret to our long marriage, sharing the leadership in our relationship, taking the lead when the other was exhausted, tired, being the decision maker when needed.

Maybe I was ready for her to take the lead in our bedroom and bring out her dominance.....

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I have always had a higher libido than my wife, relieving it with masturbation during periods where life was hectic, time short and both tired. It was always a stress relief for me to focus on myself without any distractions.

Once we become "empty nesters" we found ourselves having more time on our hands. I noticed slight changes, I found that she was more open to experiment more. She mentioned things which seemed out of character, subtleties of a sexual nature. At first i thought I was just over thinking, reading too much into the comment.

First in each morning, she would tease my nipples, stroke my cock, gently play with my balls and perineum, even bite my nipples and of course I loved the attention. She would stop, and say " that is your 2 minutes, now let's get up and start our day".

During the day, she would continue to tease, groping my ass as I bent over, tweaking my nipple through my shirt.

Her nipple play was exciting for me, and was for her as well. My nipples were in a constant state of erection.

I liked being teased, being brought to the edge of orgasm. She was becoming subtly more aggressive in her sexuality, wanting more control of what and when.

With the arrival of our subconscious friends, Erika and Alexx, our deepest desires were released without shame being placed on either of us, just an open acceptance of our desires, and wanting to pleasure each other.

They were always in our sub-conscious, remaining hidden, but always observing, watching our progress with the lessons they taught us, wanting us to practice on the experience, seeing where it could take us, and enjoy the intimacy even further.

One day I came home slightly later than expected, and as I entered, I heard a noise from our bedroom. I peered through the door and saw my wife in my red briefs which she Iiked me to wear when we make love. The briefs were made largely for the gay market, erotic, highlighting my ass and cock.

I could see her hand on the pouch where my cock would have been, her fingers rubbing the fabric over her pussy, my briefs wet with her juices, her eyes closed, moaning in her pleasure.

She looked up and said "I was putting my washed lingerie away and noticed things had been moved. Our subconscious partners talk to each other, and Alexx said that you have a very interesting fetish - anything you want to tell me? "

I went red, I was never one to be able to lie, and she knew in an instant that I had been in her drawers. " I thought so" she said, " want to explain?"

I explained that, I have always had a thing for women's lingerie, and that I secretly looked at her lingerie, desiring to feel them on me, the thought of wearing her lingerie excited me, but explained that I had never gone further than to look and fantasise.

She said "With my discovery and suspicions of what you were doing, I looked in your drawers and picked my favourite red briefs that you wear to try to understand why you get excited."

"Our recent experiment with pegging piqued my interest of what it was like haviing a cock. I started to imagine being you and your thoughts that led you to having these desires. I began fantasising, wondering what it would be like if our roles were reversed, me having a real cock, being able to make it erect whenever I want, masturbating, fucking you and cumming with it."

Her discarded mauve lace bra and briefs were laying on the bed, she looked at them, and told me to take my clothes off and said " I want to see you in my briefs."

I was excited with her request. Clearly she had been horny all day, waiting for me to get home - her desire showing, her dominance over me clear.

I put them on, her briefs were slightly small but soft to feel, fitting snuggly over my cock and balls, everything I had imagined. The lace running up my ass cheeks, accentuating my tight ass. Her briefs were still wet from her moisture earlier in the day, that thought exciting me even more.

She watched me in her briefs and my constrained cock, her hand slipped under my red briefs she was wearing, teasing her pussy, then slipping her fingers into her wet entrance. Her other hand, on her breast, gently caressing her breast and nipples.

"Watch me and you will see what I have been up to, but no touching yourself and no cumming unless I say".

She said, " I have orgasmed twice in your briefs already, the feeling of wearing them, imagining a cock and balls between my legs, the feeling of the the erection, hard against the soft fabric, made me very wet."

I was so wanting to touch my cock, she looked up and said " I know what you want to do but no touching. I want you to watch my enjoyment".

My own nipples were hard, excited from the visual. I ached to touch my cock, excitement building, as pre-cum started to seep from my tip.

I could see her close to orgasm, her eyes closed, her fingers rubbing her clit then inserting 2 fingers into her wet dripping pussy. I could see her motion, stroking her g-spot, getting more vigorous before releasing her orgasm, her own female ejaculation soaking my red briefs.

My cock was straining against her lace briefs I had on, the lace teasing my cock tip as I watched her. I was holding back my own orgasm but couldn't take it anymore and came, my cum saturating her briefs, seeping through the lace, and dripping down my thighs.

She saw my release " I told you not to cum without my approval!"

"This will require some punishment for your over excitement. I will need to desensitise you. So starting tomorrow, you will wear my briefs at work and when you get home, you will watch me orgasm, but you will not be allowed to cum. Each day you can't control yourself will be week that you will not be allowed to fuck me, only watch my enjoyment."

"If you break these rules, there will be consequences. Sex is a privilege not to be taken for granted, shared with me only, no one else - even yourself - understand?"

I was shocked at her demand but found it exciting, appealing to be instructed, I could feel my cock getting hard again.

Despite her demure outward look, there was an inner strength that you would never cross. "I understand " I said, fully aware of the implications of her demand and reluctantly agreed.

THE NEXT DAY

The next morning, I got ready for work. Remembering the previous night, I saw that she had placed a fresh pair of her panties for me to wear - sheer mesh pink bikinis. I thought she was joking, but clearly she was serious. My cock was hard as I put them on, it barely covering my erection.

She came in, happy that I was obeying her demand from the previous night and said that she had a pair of my black Calvin Klein boxers on under her dress and said " I will be thinking of you all day, I am sure I will get wet with my own thoughts and satisfy myself.

I want you to think of what I will be doing, but you cannot touch yourself and reciprocate. You can only touch yourself and cum when I say. If you don't obey, then you know the punishment!"

That night, I came home from work on time, scared to be late. I wasn't sure what I would see when I got home. I had done as instructed, thought of her in my boxers, touching herself, masturbating. I couldn't concentrate at work, so distracted with my thoughts, but obeyed her command. I so wanted to fuck her on the weekend!

She was in the kitchen, preparing dinner. I asked her how her day was and she said "very good, very satisfying".

She lifted her skirt, and saw she still had my black boxers on, wet with her moisture.

I asked how she felt with them on. She replied "I felt strong, powerful, in control of the day. I loved having them on, feeling the masculinity of wearing your boxers was highly arousing" she responded.

My imagination went into overtime, wondering when and where she masturbated.

I went up stairs to change from my work clothes into something more comfortable.

I heard footsteps behind, and my wife said, "take your clothes off, but stay in my lingerie, no one will see you except me".

I was comfortable being naked, and it was a warm night, so thought why not. She then added " I am glad you agree, I like seeing that ass of yours, lovely and tight from you exercise".

"I have been thinking today", she said, " you wearing my briefs, what you felt and what you must have been fantasising about. How did you feel?"

I said I found it highly sensual, the feeling of freedom that women have wearing lingerie. Compared to men being confined within their functional briefs and boxers.

She replied - "Good, just as I thought. So i went online today, and did some research on men's underwear. Appears that there are a lot of gay men's underwear stores selling what you might prefer - lace, mesh, satin - highlighting that gorgeous cock and ass of yours, masculine, but very feminine at the same time."

"I selected a few for you and had them delivered, so starting tomorrow, you will have your own feminine underwear to feel special in under your clothes. On special occasions I will let you wear my lingerie but only if you obey and circum to my desires and only cum when I say. I am now in control of your cock."

I said it seems we are complimentary opposites, me wanting hidden femininity, being passive and her desiring power and control.

Little did I know then, just how far and where these desires would take us ......