I Had Sex With Another Man While Wearing My Wife's Soiled Panties. Part 1About 10 years ago I arrived home on Friday lunchtime after spending the week working away. My wife was at work and, feeling hot and sweaty, I decided to have a shower and change into fresh clothes. When I went to put my dirty clothes in the laundry basket I noticed a pair of sexy panties and matching bra of my wife's that I had never seen before. They were ivory satin with white lace trimmings. As i picked them up I noticed that the gusset of the panties was heavily soiled and still slightly damp. The smell was very strong and I knew that this was the odour that my wife's ***** makes when it starts to lubricate. The odour was heavenly and I inhaled it deeply.
Now I knew that my wife had been out with the girls from work the previous evening. So why were her panties so soiled? Had she been ******, or just been turned on by somebody? I was both shocked and excited, my wife has never given off any signals that she wanted another man, or woman. In fact she was quite prudish and very straightforward when it came to sex. I inspected the panties and couldn't detect any *** on them, that would have made me *** immediately!
I quickly searched her underwear drawer and found a matching suspender belt (which was delightful) and a pair of sheer black stockings! This was another shock as I had been nagging her for ages to wear stockings but she always refused. I inspected the bed. The sheets hadn't been changed and (disappointingly) there were no stains on the bottom sheet.
My **** was standing to attention as I quickly showered then donned the soiled panties, stockings, suspender belt and bra. I pulled on a pair of jeans, socks and shirt and headed downtown to a public lavatory where I have very occaisionally picked up men for sex. My head was spinning as I drove downtown. Who had she worn the lingerie for? She had obviously bought it specially for last night, so if she hadn't been ******, she obviously intended to be. The smell from her panties was filling the car so I wonder if he (or she) had smelled it last night.
I entered the lavatory and to my disappointment it was empty. However after a couple of minutes a good looking guty in his early fifties came in and my heart started pounding when he smiled at me! We both stood pretending to pee and then, as he smiled at me again, he turned and showed me his gorgeous, stiff, uncut ****. I nodded and he went into one of the cubicles, leaving the door open. Trembling, I walked to the cubicle to join him.......