My Wife's Panties
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I remember the biggest backfire of a prank I ever played. It happened one morning after a workout with my best friend from work, Steve. We have always been engaged in a huge prank war. I might fill his sugar jar with salt and then he would make my computer screen with the programs up the background.
In the day in question, it was my turn to prank after he put tape over my mouse sensor. I had the perfect idea to get back at him. He always left his locker unlocked while he was in the shower. I brought a pair of my wife's panties and left them in his locker. I took both his fresh boxers for work and the used boxer briefs from his workout. If he didn't want to go commando, he would have to wear her panties.
I snuck off so that he was stuck with it and couldn't force me to give them back without having to leave the locker room. I went out and stood near the exit with a big smile on my face awaiting him to approach angry.
When her approached me, however, he didn't even acknowledge what I did. He seemed so normal I wondered if he did just decide to go commando. We walked to my car together and went off to work. I really wanted to say something, but I was weirded out. Why didn't he say anything?
I started work, but had trouble focusing on my tasks. I kept wondering what was going on with Steve. About two hours in, I needed to use the bathroom, so I took off to go. I didn't notice that Steve was following me.
I took my position at the urinal and saw Steve walk in. I did not notice him locking the door as he entered.
There were four urinals, and we were the only ones in the bathroom. However, he used the urinal right next to me. I finished up and went to wash my hands. As I dried them off, Steve walked up to me.
"Well, don't you want to see?" Steve said to me.
I was a little flustered, I didn't know what to say. "Uh...uh... I don't know what you're talking about."
"Don't play coy," he pressed, "you gave me your wife's panties. I only assumed it is because you wanted to know what I looked like in them. Do you want to see?"
I didn't respond, I just kept staring at him. At that moment he decided for me. And began taking off his clothes. First his shirt, then his pants. Not he was standing there in just my wife's panties, barely able to contain or conceal a very impressive package between his legs.
"I always knew you were a pervert, just like me. You like what you see?"
"Listen, I don't know what you're getting at. This was just a prank, and you are taking it way too far and freaking me out!" I shouted back.
"I think you do know what I'm talking about. Go on. Take a look. You don't like what you see?"
I took a look and saw that impressive bulge again. The tight panties were gripping tight around his cock. This caused them to show a clear outline. I was able to see two large veins leading up to a bulging mushroom head. I have to admit. It was a sight to behold, and I couldn't take my eyes off of it.
"You want to touch it?" Steve said to me.
"What?"
"Do... YOU... want... to... touch... it?" He responded putting an emphasis on every word.
"I don't..." was as much as I got out, before he took my hand in his and placed it on his bulge. The combination of a rock hard cock encased behind soft, velvety lace caused a weird sensation in me. Before I even realized I was doing it, I was squeezing and rubbing the bulge.
"Get in there," he said, and without even waiting for a response he took hold of my hand and pushed it under the waistband and I felt a warm, hard cock in my hand. The skin was soft and I felt one of those bulging veins under my thumb. Without prompting, I began rubbing his cock again.
"Mmmmm... that feels nice." He said to me.
He pulled the panties down further to give me easier access. I closed my hand around his cock and began gently pumping it. It felt so amazing in my hand, I couldn't believe it.
I soon felt the cock get harder and harder and knew that Steve was close to climax. His hand moved to my ass and began squeezing it harder as he got closer to cumming. Then he placed his hand under his cock head as I saw a huge blast of cum cover his fingers.
"Ah, that was really good," he said, "would you like to enjoy the fruits of your labor?"
I was genuinely confused by what he meant. "What?"
"This" he said as he shoved his cum covered fingers into my mouth. I was in shock. Not only had I just jerked my best friend off to conclusion, but now I had his fingers covered in his cum in my mouth. It tasted surprisingly good to me. I found myself closing my eyes and sucking all of them off.
"That's right, get them nice and clean baby," he said to me. It made me feel very proud.
After I cleaned all of his cum off of his fingers he moved close behind me. I could feel his still hard cock pressing against my ass, and he moved that hand down my chest and to the fly on my pants. "Well, you got me off, I guess it is only fair to return the favor."
I was frozen in place. His manipulation of the situation was overcoming any sense of resistance I might have thought I had, and it was feeling so good.
His hand gently cupped my balls and rubbed my cock as his fingers made their way to my zipper. They slowly pulled the zipper down and he slid his hand into the open fly. I let out a sigh of pleasure and surprise as I felt his warm hand close around my cock.
He pulled it out of the fly and gently began rubbing it. It was feeling so good and I was growing a bigger and bigger hardon as he continued to rub. Soon I felt the cum build up at the base of my cock and work its way up to the head. Before I could cum, however, he took his hand away and slapped my balls. The hardon vanished, but I was still desperate to cum.
"Please," I weakly said.
"Not yet," he replied, "We will continue this after work." I was broken, I couldn't believe that he was going to make me wait.
"Here," he said as he shoved my wife's panties into my chest, "your turn. I want you wearing them when we meet back up. I'll be commando the rest of the day, but make sure you have MY underwear next time. Also you had better not take care of yourself before we get back together. I'll know, and I'll be very angry."
I found myself undressing and pulling the panties on. The soft lace felt so amazing on my cock. I couldn't believe I never did this before. Steve was already dressed and waited for me to be presentable before he unlocked the door and walked out.
The rest of the day dragged by. I was still so horned up by what happened and I had no way of getting release. I did not want to make Steve angry.
When the day ended I dragged my feet in shutting down my computer and putting my supplies away. I looked around and made sure that everyone else was gone.
I made my way back to the bathroom and waited. I was excited but also scared shitless. What the hell was I doing here?
I felt my pocket buzz. I looked at my phone and saw a message from Steve. It was one word: "Strip."
I began taking my clothes off. I nearly folded my shirt and pants and set everything in a nice pile, but I left the panties on because he obviously would want to see me in them.
A few minutes later the door to the bathroom opened. I was struck with an intense feeling of fear and panic that it would be another one of my coworkers about to walk into the bathroom and see me standing there, waiting, wearing nothing but my wife's panties.
It was Steve. He stood there smiling at me standing there full of shame. He walked up to me and turned me around. He grabbed my ass and slapped both cheeks.
"You sure look sexy in those panties." He said to me. He turned me back around to face him. "Do you have my gym shorts?"
Incapable of uttering a word, I reached into my bag and pulled out his shorts. They were still moist from him sweating in them during his morning workout. Steve gently but firmly took them out of my hand. And held them up.
"Would you like to take a smell?" He asked. I just stood there, still incapable of speaking and not sure what the right answer would be.
"Here," he said. He pressed those sweat moistened shorts in my face. I should have been horrified. I should have been disgusted, but I wasn't. It was like I smelled the essence of his manhood at that moment. This manhood filled my lungs and dispersed to every square inch of my body. It filled me with a lust I didn't know was possible and my cock was reacting as it strained against the tight lace of my wife's panties. I was wanting to do anything and everything with this beautiful man.
He dropped his shorts on the floor and looked at me, enjoying the lustful haze he put me in. I saw a wicked smile form around the corners of his mouth.
"Get down on your knees," he commanded. He pushed on my shoulders and I let him. I dropped to my knees staring at his crotch. I had a feeling I knew what was coming.
My feeling was confirmed as I saw him pull down the zipper on his fly and pull out his cock. I was looking at it up close and personal. The cock head was cut, the mushroom head was broad and pink. From the slit, I saw a big pearly drop of precum ooze its way out.
It looked so delicious. I couldn't get the taste of his cum out of my head all day, and all I wanted was more. I opened my mouth but did not move. I did not want to think of myself as a pathetic cocksucker no matter how much I wanted another taste.
Steve seemed to recognize this and placed his hand on my head. He pulled me closer and closer to his cock until it went in my mouth. Any doubt about myself went right out of my head and I simply closed my lips around Steve's spectacular cock and started sucking.
His cock tasted incredible. I hungered for it like I was starving I never wanted anything as bad as I wanted to please him. His hand moved to the back of my head and began to fuck my face. His hand mused my head back and forth as his powerful hips drove that powerful, hard cock to the back of my throat.
As it hit the back of my throat I gagged. He was too much to take and he pulled his cock out of my mouth. I fell forward I had to catch myself from hitting the floor with my hands and kept leaning forward trying to catch leaning my breath.
I didn't realize that doing this placed my ass in the perfect position for Steve to take advantage. He approached me from behind and pressed his left hand in my back. This drove me to the floor and positioned my ass high in the air with the cheeks spread wide. I knew what was coming and I was ready. I just laid there and awaited for the plowing that is to come.
His right hand moved between my cheeks. My wife's panties had a tight g-strung that went through my crack. Steve let his middle finger move along that string, stopping when he got to the hole, then moved along again. Then I felt him move the string to the side and kneel close to the hole. He gently blew on it. I squirmed from the sensation. Then I felt his tongue make contact.
No woman has ever tongue kissed my mouth the way he was tongue kissing my asshole. It felt amazing. I knew he was getting it ready for the main event, but I was already enjoying this. He soon pulled his tongue away, and I had to ready myself.
First, I felt him pull the panties down. They were now halfway down my thighs. Then hiss beautiful cock head pressed against my asshole and began rubbing around the rim. I started moaning. I knew what was touching me and I was shaking with anticipation. The circling got smaller and smaller until the head was pressed against the rim, and then he pushed.
The head started boring its way inside of me and it was an immediate shockwave of pain. He just rubbed my back and said: "Just breathe." That was when I realized I wasn't.
He kept pushing more and more until he was all the way inside of me. He just held it in there and leaned down and whispered into my ear: "Relax, it will get a lot easier." Then he kissed me on the neck and lightly but my ear. This did something to me. It strangely helped loosen me up and accept that beautiful intruder. He then pressed me down against the floor with both hands and began fucking me. Each thrust got easier and easier until it didn't hurt at all.
It started to feel good. It started to feel really good. I found myself moaning louder and louder from the pleasure and pushing my ass back to meet his cock.
Steve started saying. All kinds of things to me. He was saying that I was his little cock whore faggot, that I was only to wear panties now because that's what whores wear, and that maybe he should just go home with me and give my wife a good fucking because whores like me could never please her. I couldn't argue with him, I could barely even register what he was saying. All I knew is how good his cock felt in my ass and that I was so ready to cum.
Suddenly, he pulled out of me and pulled the panties back I could see him from between my legs that he was pressing his dick head into the panties and then I saw a big wet spot form. He was cumming into the panties.
Then he grabbed me in the armpits and pulled me up. Standing, he pulled me close against his beautiful, firm body. His still hard cock was pressing against my ass. It was wonderful to feel it, even if it wasn't inside of me, and I missed feeling it inside of me. His hand wrapped around me and started jerking me off. His warm hand and firm grip made very quick work of it. I was waiting all day for this and it was well worth the wait.
Old Faithful doesn't erupt like that I have to think a whole gallon of cum sprayed from my dock. I was screaming now. The pleasure had completely overtaken me. I didn't even realize he was pointing my dick at the panties as well.
As I finally came back down to earth, I looked down at the panties and saw that they were soaked in both of our cum.
Steve kissed me on the neck and said: "That was real good." As he said it he slapped my ass. He walked out the door and I realized he took his shorts, his underwear and my underwear with him as he left. All I had to wear home was the cum soaked panties.
The entire drive home I felt the wetness. Knowing what they were soaked with was making me hard all over again. When I got home, my wife was still out. I retired to my study and took the panties off.
I buried my face in them and let the smell of our sex take me back to that bathroom. I jerked myself off and had another explosive orgasm. It took less than a minute.
I don't know what is going to happen with Steve. I don't know what our relationship is now. One thing I do know, however. My wife is never going to get these panties back.