Deb must have been keeping an eye out for me, or Ann had sent her a text that I was on my way. She was waiting at the entranceway to the store and greeted me with a big hug and a loud welcome.
“Oh, Peter, my favorite brother-in-law.”
“Um… ah… I was.. ah…” was all that would come out of my mouth. Combined with my deep red blush, I felt that all eyes were on me.
“What are you looking for today, sweetie? Panties? Nighties? Nylons? How can I help you?”
In a low, hushed voice, I asked if she had talked to Ann this morning, and she had, obviously. I asked her, no, it was more like I begged her to be gentle with me.
“Panties, it is,” she said loud enough to be heard across the store.
I had to ask myself if it was too late to just turn and run out of the store, but I remembered Ann’s scolding from last night which she repeated this morning. This was going to happen, no matter if I liked it or not.
“Yes, panties.”
“What style do you prefer,” Deb asked me, putting a little too much emphasis on the ‘you.’
“Bikini? Brief? Thong?” she said with a wicked smile. She was loving this.
“Don’t be ashamed Peter, there are more men than you would think that love wearing panties.”
“Um… okay,” I said in a whisper, trying to keep our conversation as low and private as possible.
“My Ed loves to wear them. He has quite the collection,” Deb said as she held up a hip riding bikini cut.
I fucking knew it, I said to myself. That Ed was always a bit feminine acting. Then I caught myself. Holy fuck. I was soon to join Ed as a bit of a sissy boy.
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“You would look good in these,” added Deb as she put the pair of pink panties up to my waist.
“Please, Deb. I beg you. Just pick out a few pair for me. I have a 36″ waist and just need to get this over with.”
“In addition to solid colors, we also carry these in some pretty sexy animal prints,” was her reply.
“I’ll take one in pink, one in black, another leopard, one zebra, and another in white,” I told her, hoping to get it over and done with.
“Sorry, the white isn’t available in your size.” Deb said in what I thought was a booming voice, but in reality, was probably no more than her normal voice.
There went all hopes for a discreet purchase.
“All right, how about red then?”
“Good choice, red is always hot and sexy.”
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Heading for the exit to the car park, my face was still as red as a beet. Ann insisted I carry the telltale Victoria’s Secret shopping bag. No one else besides her and myself knew the contents of the bag, but it was the ‘guilty’ mind making me blush so badly.
Ann was thoroughly enjoying all of this. I was hoping that she would at least offer to carry the bag that contained my very own panties.
The drive home was actually quite silent, as both Ann and I seemed to be contemplating what might be happening next in our lives.
I had texted Jack to tell him, I wasn’t feeling good and would get back to painting in a day or two. He understood. That’s what friends do.
Arriving home, Ann was getting back into her authoritarian mode once again. It was something that had rarely happened in our 25 years together, but I must say, I was loving it. I was also looking forward to what was coming next.
“Go up to our bedroom and put on your pink panties. I’ll be up in a few minutes.” was how Ann directed me. “And wait for me to come up. I want you to wear nothing else, just the panties.”
I felt kind of awkward, but it was exciting. I had no idea of what Ann had planned for me, or us. Then again, it took the pressure off me. The majority of our bedroom activity was spontaneous, but sometimes, I liked to plan out some ‘special,’ sexual play times. I was fairly certain, whatever Ann had in mind was going to include her new lover, Jimmy.
My erection was obvious, as was the growing wet spot in my new Victoria’s Secret panties, when Ann came strutting into the bedroom.
“Holy fuck!,” I whispered to myself.
“I take it, you like my outfit,” Ann said as she did a pirouette, giving her butt cheeks a couple of light slaps as she did. She was decked out from head to toe, everything in a leopard print theme. She wore a pair of four inch spiked heels, nylons, garter belt, matching bra and pantie set, floor length, semi transparent, nightgown, with her hair done up in a ponytail, with a leopard print bow to top it all off.
“Holy fuck!” I repeated, this time out loud.
“I thought you might like it,” she responded.
Forgetting all about Jimmy, and my pink panties, I rose to take Ann in my arms when she put her hand up, in an obvious ‘Stop’ motion.
“Aren’t you forgetting someone?” Ann asked. “This outfit is for Jimmy’s hands only.”
“”I just hope he realizes what a lucky fucker he is,” I said. “I bet none of his college tarts dress up for him like that.” The jealousy was obvious in my remark, and my apology followed immediately.
“I’m sorry Ann. I know I haven’t been the best lover lately, and if you are going to, um… uh… you know….”
“Fuck someone else,” Ann replied for me.
“Um… ah.. yes. If you are going to fuck someone else, I’m glad it’s Jimmy. He’s a good kid. A handsome lad. And he is.. well… you know…”
“Well hung. Yes, Peter, he has a big cock. Long and thick.”
“I’m glad you and Jimmy have fun together.”
“Tonight, you’ll find out for yourself just how much fun we have,” Ann said as she did another spin, before heading for the en suite.
“I’ll be upstairs most of the afternoon, honey. I need a nice bubble bath, trim my nails, put on some polish, make up, shave my legs, and I might try something different for Jimmy, like shaving my pussy. I’ve heard him talking about how all the young girls shave down there.”
Standing there in my skimpy panties, I wasn’t sure what to do next.
“Don’t just stand there, Peter. Go downstairs and make me something light for lunch. Then make up a cheese tray for when Jimmy gets here. He is coming over right after work, and he loves cheeses.” Ann said as she turned her back on me to enter the bathroom. She still has a great ass for a lady in her mid forties.
“And dig out that Champagne bucket and round up some ice,” she added. And while you’re at it, there’s a bottle of Prosecco in the downstairs fridge. Make sure you get it up here in the bedroom. Jimmy just loves the taste of Prosecco. Wait till you see what he does with it….” The wicked smile made my mind wander to so many possibilities.
And make sure there are a couple of chilled beers for him too. I plan on keeping him here overnight. I almost objected to feeding Jimmy beer and wine, as he wasn’t old enough to drink in our home state. Twenty-one was the legal age, and he was but nineteen. The ridiculousness of my protest hit me before I misspoke. I mean, he was coming over to screw my wife, and more than likely spend the entire night in bed with her. Why the fuck wouldn’t it be okay to have a few drinks?
“Oh,” she said, turning slightly. “Do not put anything else on. Just stay in your panties. And you better hope no one comes to the door, except Jimmy.” Her giggle