Yoyo On A String
I've been with my wife for a number of years now and am completely happy with her. I led a pretty wild life until I met her and settled down. I used Craigslist to meet a number of married women (back when you could still do that) and had more than my fair share of commitment-free fun. I met one woman (lets call her Joan) and had a lot of encounters with her in my apartment. I admittedly have a fetish for panties and once she was aware of that she indulged me every time she came over. Not thongs or the see-thru kind, just the non-sexy bikini style. We would meet a couple of mid-week evenings every ten days or so after work as my place was literally a few blocks from her house. We'd have a little wine, chit chat, and then go to my bedroom. She always let me do the "big reveal" and let me undress her. I couldn't wait to pull her slacks down to see what color she had on. Sometimes red, sometimes black. My favorite were these bright blue ones she wore that were absolutely perfect next to her pale skin.
She would be standing there wearing nothing but those panties and I'd be fixated on that and that alone. I'd pull her over to where I was sitting on my bed and touch her and run my hands up the inside of her legs. Sometimes put my nose up against her crotch and take a slow deep breath. She knew how much doing that excited me. Eventually, she'd back away from me and slowly pull them down and all the way off and toss them to me. I'd put them in my nightstand drawer (she always let me keep them until she visited again and left me a "fresh" pair). I'd be so turned on I'd pull her to me and lay her on the bed and would take off my own clothes and go at her in a very aggressive, but not rough, fashion. It followed the same general pattern every time the only thing different is what we did. The panties excited me and the energy with which I came at her excited her. Eventually after about a year or so we ended up going our separate ways as my schedule changed and these things just sort of play themselves out. I hadn't seen her for a while, but I always thought about those panties.
Anyway, I meet a great girl (now my wife) and I stopped my other activities almost immediately. It was easy. Christmas time came and my girlfriend invited me to her office Christmas party, but wanted to stop and have a drink at the bar about a block away with her co-worker and her husband. Sure, no problem. We walk into the restaurant and they are already there. We walk up to the bar and she introduces me to her co-worker and of course its Joan. I almost fell over from the shock. I also meet her husband Mark and the four of us talk and leave after about twenty minutes to walk to the restaurant for the party. The entire time I'm pretending I'm meeting Joan for the first time and her husband (whom she has talked to me about to the smallest detail).
We sit at a table for four and go through the dinner with no issues. Mark gets up and goes to the bar to get another drink and my girlfriend goes to the bathroom leaving just the two of us at the table. I'm doing everything I can to NOT talk to her. After what was surely a pause of just a few seconds but seemed like forever. She looks at me and starts smiling and says "Don't worry, I won't tell." Which made me feel better as all I could think about were the obvious complications. "We had a lot of fun didn't we?" To which I just "Yes we did". She paused for a few seconds more and then the smile vanished and she looked me directly in the eye and said "By the way, I'm wearing the white ones." I started breathing heavy to the point that she could probably hear me and she makes it worse by saying "That makes you hard doesn't it" I just nod my head and before I can say anything Mark comes back from the bar and sits down and starts talking. He could have given me the upcoming winning Powerball numbers and I wouldn't have heard him.
The party ended and the four of us split up. I drove my girlfriend back to her place and once we got inside I pulled her into the bedroom and ravaged her all the time thinking about Joan and those panties. Over time we've spent a good amount of time with Joan and Mark. Dinners, drinks. One time we rented a farmhouse for a weekend for the four of us. Mark and I went fishing in the mornings while they hung out. I got to see Joan in a nightgown which didn't do me any good. My now wife loves the way I attack her body but the entire time I'm thinking about Joan and those panties.
We've never touched each other since we stopped seeing each other, but she teases me. When she gets the chance she will just look at me and say "They're black" or red, or blue or whatever. She knows what it does to me but all she does afterward is smirk. I've jerked off a countless number of times thinking about her and those panties.
I never threw out the last pair she left me. The aroma is gone though. I really want a "fresh" pair.
