As you all know by now, I don’t wear panties any more, and when we made the decision to ditch them completely, my husband disappeared them, only occasionally bringing a pair out for a cunt stuffing session, where a pair of my old panties was shoved up my cunt and I was brutally and relentlessly masturbated until I came on them numerous times. Taking a pair of panties, feeding them into my willing cunt and then making me orgasm over and over onto them, is amazingly sexy. It is one of those acts where he holds my body whilst he makes me cum, loving but unrelenting.
Once he was happy with how coated with my sticky juices they were, he fished them out of my cunt and then he normally found something else to do with them, often using them as a gag (and indeed a couple of months ago, he had me buy a really rather large ball gag as an option to hold them in place), or he’d get me to use my slick panties to tie my hair up. Many years ago, a famous radio star spoke of using her panties to tie her hair up, and my husband always remembered it. The bit about the panties being covered in our juices was all his own idea, so we sometimes go for a walk with my hair tied up with juicy panties and therefore smelling slightly of sex.
The other thing he would do is put my slick fragrant panties in a clip and seal plastic bag, and I never saw them again. What I didn’t know at the time he was cunt stuffing with my old panties was that he was selling them online, fragrant girl cum covered panties sealed in a bag to keep in the aroma. He made a fortune, every penny of which was invested in our sex room and other fucking facilities in our home.
My panties were all fairly old when he locked them away. I hadn’t bought new panties for years, as I was drifting towards wearing them less over a number of years. He sold all but three pairs, the pair he took off me the first time we fucked (the signed ones) and his two favourite pairs, a crotchless pair and the tiniest thong I ever owned. I know where my first pair is – in the display case in our bedroom with the signed first pairs from every woman he fucked ever. The other two have both been used for cunt stuffing, but both are still in his possession, under lock and key somewhere.
As first Victoria and then Laura became pantyless, he did the same with their old panties, locking away and then selling most of them after being covered in cum in a cunt stuffing (keeping only their firsts with him and the pairs from each that he really liked), and he has started on Anna’s now too.
But for the first time in years, we’re thinking of buying some panties. Relax, they aren’t for me, Vicki or Laura; our pantyless status is safe, and whilst not being quite panty free yet, Anna isn’t buying any more either now.
No, these are for my husband. You see, even though I’ve been with him for well over twelve years now, I only found out over the summer that he wants a pair of thigh high boots for him. He’s bought me a couple of pairs (one black leather, one black shiny PVC) and he loves them on me (as do I), but he really wants a pair or two himself. I think he has one eye on a particular annual social event in April. He already has a fabulous frilly shirt and he’s always wanted something for his lower half to match up with how amazing the shirt looks.
Armed with the fact that he wants some long thigh high boots, we’ve been brainstorming a bit as to how to marry up the two halves of the outfit. I really don’t like the aesthetic of jeans under boots. To be honest, I prefer the boots to be somewhat tighter than would allow for anything much to be tucked into them. I do love the look of having a little bit of uncovered leg above the top of boots emphasising a flat top rim of the boots, so to have them on show that little bit leg above, there is really only one way to go, and that is a miniskirt. I have a number to choose from, and they look fabulous (although they are somewhat daring with no panties, but I have no choice but to risk it).
He wasn’t bothered how I wore the boots until he saw me in my miniskirt wearing, leg showing, cunt flash jeopardy best, and now he won’t let me wear them any other way.
But what would he wear with his long thigh high boots? The issue is that in my brain, I had the most perfect outfit for him, and that was a long black leather coat, his white frilly shirt, black leather miniskirt and black leather boots. I think he’d look amazing, but I wasn’t sure he’d go for the miniskirt. He’s not really into cross-dressing, although he has talked for the longest time about having a short skirt to wear at home. He wanted a skirt that his cock hung down from, for use at home with a lady just being able to grab his cock and work it as she wanted or as he instructed.
Vicki had already given him a kilt related to her family, so I knew he loved the kilt no underwear vibe. However, the length of boots I was thinking (and the gap for leg) would mean he would need such a short skirt that he would need to keep his cock safely tucked out of the way, as I may be able to (and do) get away with the odd cunt flash in public, but he definitely couldn’t with his cock: that’s instant arrest territory. We’re not going there.
So, I began looking at panties designed for men for under his miniskirt, that would keep his cock and balls firmly hidden and held firmly in place. What I found was fabulous. A silk thong, with the rear being a narrow strip that will show his ass cheeks off perfectly. The front however is the brilliant part. There is a silk pouch that holds his cock vertically and out of sight, and some shaped silk to hold his balls in place and out of sight. Both sexy and secure.
He thought they were sexy too, so I bought him a shocking pink pair, and he has been trying them around the house, and they do indeed keep his cock and balls supported and out of sight all day. He loves them. He’s actually thinking they might be good for work in the hot weather.
And with those, he’s actually bought into the whole miniskirt outfit. We have the leather coat already, and I’ve ordered a black leather miniskirt. He’ll be utterly irresistible in that outfit, so I can’t wait to get all the bits in place. And you will see his shocking pink panties under the miniskirt, and I think he loves that. He did muse about black to blend in, but given he likes me to wear bras you can see the colour of under my clothes, he thought it would be hypocritical for him to not wear the shocking pink ones.
I have to admit though that I have been dreaming for ages about him walking round our house in panties, proper women’s panties. He walks round our place a lot in his men’s thongs, primarily because of their effect on me. He’d happily be naked, but I don’t find a flaccid cock to be nice to look at and his ass looks so lovely framed in a nicely fitting thong. I’m quite lucky that the design of thong he likes makes his package bulge and his ass look really peachy, so him wearing those increases my chance of needing a fuck – something he is always happy to encourage.
So, I really wanted to add some proper women’s panties into the mix too, and I’ll be honest in saying I have no idea why, but I get incredibly hot just thinking about that. We have a friend who cross-dresses for a living, and he has talked quite openly about wearing women’s panties (i.e. ones not designed with cock room) and the struggle to keep his cock in place. I quite fancy my husband having that struggle, and I know his cock wouldn’t be flaccid if he was having that struggle and was parading round in panties for me, or indeed if he was wearing them out. Although I also know that if I enjoy his struggle, I’d probably be made to have some sort of sexual struggle myself. I consider it a small price to pay.
I naturally began looking at thongs, but I was looking for any suitable panties that excited me. Now as you may know, I hate lace. I hated lace on my panties when I wore them, I hate lace on bras, and I’m not about to buy panties for my husband that have lace on them. I’m buying them for my viewing pleasure and I’m not going to ruin the view by having lace. Not liking lace is my one clothing choice he’s never challenged – I’m not sure he likes it much too. Whilst many men like their women in sexy lingerie, he’d much rather have me topless, tiny skirt and stockings and suspenders, and I’m so happy with that, it is so much more me.
Anyway, back to the panties, and firstly, I found some open-backed panties. They are black mesh briefs with a wide open rear, meaning there is an egg shaped panel missing from the rear of the panties (from the waistband to the perineum) over his ass crack, meaning his ass crack is permanently on display; with these, there is no way for the gap to close. I realised how excited I would get pegging him through open-backed panties, and even playing with a butt plug through the gap. Also, because these are women’s panties, the struggle to keep his cock enclosed would be on.
Secondly, I found a set of shocking pink low-rise silk panties that are crotchless right from waistband to waistband. I know that means his cock and balls will likely hang straight out of them, but I suspect he will not be flaccid when he is put in them, so that will be OK. I’m finding the thoughts of him fucking me while he was wearing his crotchless panties to be really exciting.
Finally, I found a shocking pink silk thong, similar to the one for use with the miniskirt, only these are a women’s thong, so the cock struggle is on with these too.
I luckily found some suppliers who were prepared to answer my sizing questions, and we got the sizes sorted based on the physical size of his best fitting male thong.
It is safe to say that pegging him through the open-backed and crotchless panties is just so incredibly sexy. It is that next notch of role-reversal, being sodomised wearing proper girly exposing panties. The other women love it too, and the trash talk we’ve all come out with is pure unleashed filth, all of which adds to our collective excitement.
I don’t quite know why I’m getting so excited by all this, but I am. (Then again, why do I get excited about half the things I do sexually?) He’s worn them all for me now, he’s been pegged in them all now, he’s fucked me in them all now and they look amazing, and my horniness level instantly goes up a notch. So, whilst I’m not wearing panties, my husband sometimes is, and we both love it.
And once we get the miniskirt, when my husband attends that event in April, I’ve decided his outfit would be perfectly finished off by having his hair tied up with a pair of our panties, fresh from cunt stuffing and covered in girl cum, probably from more than one of us. That would go down well. It’s that kind of event.