“Damn, you scared Jimmy so much, he must have grabbed my panties off the floor by mistake. I hope he brings them back. They are my favorites.”
I remembered when she wore them for me, now, I guess it’s Jimmy’s time to see her in her sexiest lingerie.
“Now, Peter, just sit there and listen. No interruptions. No questions. Do you understand?”
I just nodded my understanding. I had never seen Ann so intense before and so demanding. I was excited, but also a bit afraid of what she was going to say.
“I love you Peter, and I always will,” she started with.
“But, there are going to be some changes around here.”
I nodded again, as my mind was racing in all kinds of directions. I could feel Jimmy’s goo sticking to me, right on my guy parts. I wasn’t sure how I should react. It was exiting, but a bit emasculating.
Ann went into a monologue about how our son Bobby and Jimmy had been friends forever, and how she noticed Jimmy looking at her, in ways that were different, as he grew into puberty. Jimmy stared at her boobs a lot and she could feel his stare whenever she bent over in his company. Ann knew that it was wrong to have sexual thoughts about minors, so she kept herself ever vigilant, whenever Jimmy was around. Since he turned of legal age, 18 in our state, Ann became more and more provocative around Jimmy. She wore more open buttons on her tops, and tighter shorts or skirts whenever he was visiting. Jimmy’s stares were noticeably more leering.
Not wanting Bobby to feel uncomfortable, Ann did not openly flirt with Jimmy, but could feel his eyes undressing her from time to time. It made her feel so sexy to know she still had ‘it.’ I listened and hung on her every word, wanting her to keep talking about how she and Jimmy got to where they are today. Sex partners.
Suddenly, I was jarred out of my hypnotic state when Ann asked me I was aware of what she was going on about. Of course I understood what she had just told me, and let her know that.
“Peter, you are sporting wood again since I have been talking about Jimmy.”
“Ummm.. I.. uh..,” was all I could get out as I tried to adjust myself to cover up my obvious excitement.
“I am going to go out on a limb here and say something that might hurt your feelings Peter, but I think you like the idea of Jimmy fucking me, don’t you?”
I was going to deny it, but my cock told the truth. All I could do was look down at my cock pointing straight up at me.
“Don’t be afraid to admit it Peter. There are a lot of men out there who have cuckold thoughts. You are lucky, no, we are lucky to have Jimmy around.” she said with a big smile lighting up her face. “Agree?”
My head nodded up and down in agreement, too embarrassed to admit it with actual words. She knew with absolute certainty that I loved it.
“Say it, Peter. Don’t just nod your head. Say it.” she persisted.
“Yes, I do.”
“Not good enough Peter. Tell me. Tell me what you like and tell me what you want.”
“We are lucky to have Jimmy around,” was my response, but my eyes never looked at her.
“I know this must be difficult for you to admit, but I need sex Peter, and what I want, you can’t give to me.”
“I understand,” came squeaking out of me as Ann came and stood right in my face.
“Look at me Peter,” Ann said, letting her towel go, letting it fall to the floor.
My cock was in a semi erect state and didn’t change one bit as she stood before me, naked.
Taking her breasts in both hands, she made sure I saw the love bites Jimmy put on them. She pinched her nipples and told me that her young stud loves to suck on them. Moving one hand down between her legs, she rubbed herself and told me how she had to teach Jimmy to properly eat her pussy.
“Now this is something that I want to make sure of,” Ann told me. “I stand before you naked as can be, and I get nothing from you. I start telling you about Jimmy sucking my tits and eating my pussy, and look at you. Hard as a rock. You must like being cuckolded, or you wouldn’t get so hard.”
“Okay… okay. I like it. I like that you and Jimmy were getting it on. Call me a perv if you want. Tell me I am fucked up. Whatever. I like seeing you getting fucked. There, I said it,” feeling kind of relieved in a way. I had never told Ann straight out, but I had been having cuckold fantasies for years now. I didn’t want to admit it to her because I was afraid she would never think of me as her ‘man’ again. Something about telling your wife, you want her to fuck other men that could backfire. Now that she was pressing the issue, I was feeling better about it.
Still naked, Ann stepped up and gave my head a rub. “Good, because, you are going to see a lot more of it.”
“And starting tomorrow, I want you to start wearing panties around the house.” Ann added.
“What? How am I supposed to do… I mean.. what the.. ” I stuttered.
“I know, Peter. I am not dumb. I know you have tried on my sexy panties when you get bored or I am busy. They don’t get stretched out like that by the washer, or dryer.”
My face was a nice fire engine red by this time. Denying that she was right, would only complicate matters. Remaining silent was my best option, even it meant I was ‘guilty as charged.’
“You can sleep in Jimmy’s ‘jizz boxers’ tonight, but tomorrow, we are going shopping at Victoria’s Secret. For you, not me.” Ann concluded.
“Isn’t that where your sister works now?” I had to ask.
“Yes, and she is working there tomorrow, as a matter of fact. Good thing. She can give you the family discount.” Ann laughed as I was about to pass out.
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Try as I might, sleep did not come easy for me that night. There were so many emotions shooting through my head, like lightening strikes in a tropical storm over Florida.
I was excited, about the prospect of watching Ann and Jimmy fucking in our marital bed, yet frightened about the possible consequences. I didn’t want to lose my sweet wife of all these years, yet I wanted for her to be able to have sex in a way that she could get the most enjoyment out of.
As for the panties idea that Ann came up with, I was more than a bit frightened about that. How could I ever face my wife’s family again, if it came out that I was a pantie wearing, pervert. My wife’s sister Deb and her husband Ed were the biggest blabber mouths in the family. And once Deb knew I was shopping for panties for myself, she would tell Ed.
I had to convince Ann that online shopping for panties was the best option for me. Alas, it was not going to happen. Ann was determined to make a spectacle out of me, and I strangely felt compelled to follow along with her plan.
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Deb was a year older than Ann, but the difference was not noticeable. Deb was blonde, (from a bottle) and Ann a redhead (also from a bottle) but the two shared similar beauty and a natural sexiness passed down from their Mom.
I was feeling somewhat safe and relaxed as we entered the mall, that was until Ann decided to drop me off in the wing leading to Victoria’s Secret. I was hoping that she would accompany me inside, so that it would look like a husband and wife shopping for some sexy undies together. Not.