3 comments/ 59912 views/ 5 favorites Panty Girl By: SpaWriter Chapter 1: The Beginning My girlfriends call me the "Panty Girl." We all get together once a month at a great restaurant or at one of our homes for drinks, light appetizers to talk about sex. It's always about sex. We once made a stupid, unsuccessful pact that at our next dinner party, we wouldn't talk about sex of any kind. It was the most boring 15 minutes of our lives and we soon found ourselves blabbing away about boob jobs, wax jobs, hand jobs, blow jobs, rim jobs, foot jobs as well as other sexual things that didn't have the word 'job' in it. I'm the oldest of the bunch. At first I hated that fact, but now I'm not only the go to sex expert but it appears I'm the one with the happiest marriage. That fact alone has significance to the ladies in our group. They are always asking me for my secret. I have a couple of them that I'm always willing to share. And since my darling hubby and I have been so adventurous, it seems like I also have some of the naughtiest sex tales -- another thing the girls love. So, being the oldest isn't so bad. Years ago I evaluated my marriage and came to a couple of conclusions. The first thing I realized was that I wanted my husband to worship me. So, I took matters in my own hands and gave him lots to think about. I tried several things like little strip teases or I'd tuck steamy, naughty notes into his suit pockets for him to discover while at the office. But the one that worked the best for him and me was my soon to be my famous panty trick. Overall, my efforts seem to really work. Not a day goes by that my dear hubby doesn't comment on my lovely breasts, ass or body in general. While I don't have a body fit for Playboy or the Victoria's Secret catalog, I feel confident knowing that I really do turn him on. And all in all, that's the only thing that's important to me. It was years ago that I told the girls of my panty play and how I liked to remove them in the presence of my husband at the most unpredictable times and at the most unpredictable places. I frequently had a new story and one of our traditions was for me to tell my latest twist on my panty trick. So, I guess "Panty Girl" is a pretty good name for me. A week after I told the girls about my tryst in the restaurant with the panties and Fettuccini Alfredo, you'll hear about that in a minute, one of our own decided to try her own version of the panty trick. Her story was hilarious! It was late spring, she and her husband were out of town for a long holiday weekend. They found themselves alone on an elevator at a four star hotel headed down to get their car from the valet when she found the courage to strip out of her panties right then and there. It started out perfectly. She caught her husband's attention with a casual, offhand comment, "It's a little too warm for panties don't you think?" Her husband was startled, "Huh, too hot for panties? Are you kidding? What are they wool?" "No, they're satin," she sighed as she reached up under her dress and tugged her panties downward letting them slide down to her ankles. "What the hell are you doing?" Her husband's mouth dropped open in surprise. Undaunted, she kept going. Unfortunately as she was stepping out of them, one of her heels caught on the string part of her G-string and she tripped. Her husband tried to catch her but she was too far gone and splayed across the floor, her dress flew up revealing her bare ass. At that exact moment, the car stopped, the bell 'dinged' and the door opened. Her husband told her later that a nice looking family of four was standing in front of the open door staring in. She was laying face down on the floor and immediately covered her head with her arms. She couldn't actually see the family but she clearly heard the sound of a startled middle-aged man's voice, "Oh my god!" followed by a small girl's voice saying, "Mommy, why is that lady lying on the floor?" Then trailed by a small boy's voice, "And why doesn't she have any underwear on?" The last voice was an older female voice, obviously the mother, "Um, we'll catch the next one." The door closed. "Um honey," Her husband was shocked, "What just happened here?" Her moment of seductive, public sex play totally backfired. She was mortified at the time but now looks back on it and laughs with the rest of us. The bad news is that she has yet to try it again, but she insists that she will. The only reason she hasn't been labeled "Butt Girl" is that one of our other girlfriends has that label sewn up for completely different reasons. Maybe if you're lucky I'll tell you how she got that name another time. This particular night, we were all at a downtown cocktail and martini bar that was currently the hip place to be on a Saturday night. We were gathered around a table next to the bar, trying our best to not only act like but talk like our Sex in the City heroines while our husbands were out doing their thing. Somehow, we got talking about the "Great Panty Elevator Disaster" and had a good laugh. Then someone piped up and said that since I was the "Panty Girl", I should once again show them how it was done. With the alcohol of two martinis lowering my inhibitions, I was easily persuaded. Casually, I slid my hands under my dress and gave the thong a small tug, the lacy panties slid down my legs and dropped to my ankles. I stepped out of them then expertly hooked my three-inch heel on the panty and lifted my leg cross-wise, plucked the thong off the pointy spike and inconspicuously stuffed them into my clutch as I lowered my foot back to the floor. With a wink, I was done. It all happened in one smooth, fluid motion and if you weren't paying attention, you'd never know what I'd just done. It was they tenth time they'd seen the trick but it never seemed to get old. My girlfriends were sincerely impressed and gave me a small applause. I must admit that after close to a decade of flirtatious sex play with my husband, I had gotten incredibly stealthy at discreet public panty removal. Oh and the wink was always, always the finishing touch. But that was only half the secret. The other half of my secret was to stroke my man's sexual ego as often as you stroke his body parts. If you don't know what I mean, pay attention to the things I tell you and you'll soon have your man wrapped around your finger so tightly he'll never stray. So if practice really does make perfect, then all I can tell you is start practicing now, because as far as I'm concerned, panties do the trick. Chapter 2: Funky Fettuccini I love panties. I love full lacy briefs as well as teeny-weeny, almost nothing g-stings. I love cute patterned cotton as well as sheer materials that show as much as having nothing on at all. I love flirty little boy short undies too. I love the way the soft cotton, satin, silk or lace feels against my skin. The feeling of pulling on a fresh, clean pair always feels so good that sometimes I actually get a tiny shiver of excitement as they slide up my legs and snap snuggly into position. Sometimes I'll take a 'backup' pair to work so halfway through the day I can have that 'fresh pair' feel twice in one day. I have a huge drawer full of every kind, color and style out there; I even have one crotchless pair (but have only worn them once). But one of the best parts of wearing panties is taking them off. I know what you're thinking, and no, I don't mean at the end of the day, what I mean is taking them off at the most unpredictable times and in the most unpredictable places. I'm not talking about not wearing any panties. No, that's not the same thing. I'm talking about starting the day with them on and finding that perfect time and perfect place to blow your lovers mind by removing them right in front of him or making some sort of a private spectacle of it in a public place. My husband used to love it when I occasionally went commando. He would hint, suggest or even beg me to go without. At first I didn't understand it. But after reading a sidebar graph in Cosmo, I realized over 75% of men out there request the same thing of their wives and girlfriends. It dawned on me that it must be a huge turn-on. But just going without panties for the sake of being bare assed seemed boring to me. So I had an idea. I'd start with and end up without. It can even be done with jeans. Simply slip into the powder room, remove them there then walk back out into the restaurant, club (or wherever) and present them to your man. In cases like that, the presentation is the fun part. I've been known to shoot them like a rubber band at him, or drop them on the table or even discretely slide them into his pants pocket. It all depends on where we are and who's around. Every time we have dinner with thes, I excuse myself only to return to slip the panties into my husband's hand or into his pocket. I love how nervous it makes him. One of my favorites was when I began my seductive move, my husband's eyes began to pop and I dropped a huge pair of tan, satin granny-panties around my ankles. I flipped them up and tossed them at my man, with a wink of course. We both got a big laugh from the gag but ended up leaving the panties lying on the floor of the hotel we were staying in for someone to find...and wonder. Let me tell you. If you haven't tried it, you don't know what you're missing. It's such a daring thing to do and just wait until your man sees you do it. If you're like me and love to excite your man, then you're in for a treat. So, if you have the right frame of mind, the right lover and the right opportunity, it will really spice things up! Before I go too far, I need to back up a bit. I'm not a born exhibitionist or anything. I'm actually a conservative loan officer at a national bank. I love the big financial banking business game. But I guess you could also say I also love doing wild, unpredictable and spontaneous things in my private life. I wasn't always this was but like I said, once I started and saw the result I don't want to stop. Some of those spontaneous things I do for myself but the best ones I do for my husband. It seems like the more I do the more I like them. So maybe you could call me a developing 'private exhibitionist', if there is such a thing. I'll get back to the panties in a moment but I thought I should give some examples of things I've done for me...and him. Several years ago I noticed while thumbing through one of my husband's men's magazines and while watching adult movies that more and more of the girls were sporting completely bald pussies. At first I couldn't imagine why anyone would want to look like a pre-pubescent teenager down there but the more I was exposed to it, the more I liked it. It started looking really appealing. Well, I wanted to try it. So I went out and had an extremely painful, but sexy, full "Virgin Brazilian Wax" on my lunch break. I walked around the rest of the day with only thigh high stockings and my pantiless, bare pussy hidden beneath a traditional business suit. It was such a turn on having that secret hiding under my clothes. As I walked the halls, I could feel the delicate satin lining of my suit skirt brushing against my extremely sensitive, waxed skin. Several times I went to the ladies room just to lift up the material so I could look at it and touch it. It looked fantastic and my skin was extremely soft, though temporarily a bit red from the trauma. I was so horny by the time I got home; I completely jumped my husband's bones the second he walked through the door. He was so turned on by the sight of his cock plunging in and out of my surprise bare pussy he came with an incredible intensity and with unusual speed. Our combined sexual energy was off the scales. Another time, I took some very provocative pictures of myself completely waxed, completely naked, completely horny and in some completely revealing positions. There were even a couple with a battery operated buddy of mine completely buried in my pussy. Just so you know neither my husband nor I have perfect physics. Seriously, if you saw me you'd see a tummy that's less than flat, a rear with too much padding and thighs that could stand some time on a Stair Master. My breasts, well, I can't complain about them one bit. Nevertheless, my husband makes me feel like a supermodel and in return I'm completely comfortable showing off for him. My flaws seem to disappear when he looks at me. All I feel is hot and sexy. I love it and I love him! Yes, I was a bit worried someone might see the pictures if they might accidentally fell out of the case while he was in an important meeting. But I got over it and did it anyway. The reward would be worth the risk. I placed them in a bright red envelope and hid them in the top pocket of his brief case. I was on pins and needles hoping and waiting for him to find them. I got so horny thinking about it, I slipped into the private executive bathroom and masturbated while fantasizing that he found them and they really turned him on. You see, I love to masturbate. It's really increased my responsiveness to sex and puts me in complete touch and control of my body. I do it at least three times a week. Small ones, big ones and everything in between, one way or another I always find the time. When I come across a great fantasy or something that gets me hot, I always exploit that opportunity and use the feeling as the catalyst for some quality alone time. For weeks after having my first Virgin Brazilian Wax, I couldn't keep my hands off myself. My girlfriends ask me why I masturbate so much when I have such a fulfilling sex life but for me, one or two big "O's" a week aren't enough. Besides, the health benefits of frequent female orgasms are very well documented. The 10 year study at Queens University in Belfast that showed people who have regular and recurrent orgasms exhibit dramatically reduced stress levels, decreased signs of aging and increased lifespan was enough for me. I call it health and beauty with benefits! So, when he didn't find them the first day, I was tempted to mention it to him or give him a hint but decided not to. I channeled the pent up sexual energy the next day and once again, slipped into the private bathroom, fantasizing about him finding, looking at and enjoying my sexy and extremely naughty pictures. Three days after I hid the pictures the phone rang while I was frantically putting a loan package together. "Commercial loan department, Kate speaking." "Um, hello Kate?" It was my husband. I froze with anticipation. "Well hello my sexy man," I said trying to shift gears from professional adult to flirty wife. "You know, I was digging though my briefcase and found this bright red envelope filled with some very interesting photos," he said obviously happy about his discovery. "Really, what were they of?" I asked faking ignorance. "Holy cow Kate! You're crazy!" "Do you like them?" "Like them? I love them! When did you do it? How long have they been in there?" "Oh, a couple of weeks," I said lying and playing it really cool. "Are you looking at them now?" "Yes." "Are you horny?" I stretched out the word mimicking Austin Powers in a fake British accent. He paused and lowered his voice, "Actually I am, I mean, how could I not be? Kate, these are some really, really hot pictures. I can't believe it!" I sighed real big and said nonchalantly, "Are you sure? They're just boring pictures of your wife. You've seen her naked so many times I thought you wouldn't even be fazed by them." "Are you kidding? I love your body. You know that. And yes, the more I look at them, the more I'm getting, well you know, I'm getting pretty hard over here. God Kate, these are incredible!" "Listen to me carefully, we don't have a lot of time," I said in a serious but hushed tone. "I have a loan package to finish..." "Ok, I'll let you go. I'll see you..." he interrupted. I cut him off, "No, that's not what I was saying. I need to go but I have a few minutes. I was saying listen to me carefully; I want to tell you something. So, close and lock your office door and spread the pictures out on your desk." "The door is already closed and I'm looking at the pictures." "Now, like I said, I need to go soon so listen carefully and follow my instructions." "Ok." "Unzip your fly and take out that beautiful cock of yours." My heart was racing and my palms were sweating. I was as nervous as I was aroused. "Kate, we can do this tonight..." "Listen to me," I cut him off and decided to add some encouragement. "You see that one of me spread eagle?" "Yea." "That's me waiting for you to come over and eat my hot, wet pussy. If you had been there, I would have begged you to lick and suck my baby-soft shaved cunt until you made me cum in your mouth," I had to get this show on the road so I used the word 'cunt' as an added naughty bonus. There was total silence at the other end of the line, "You see the one of me with the vibrator in my pussy?" "Uh huh," I could hear him swallow hard on the other end of the line. "I came for you while I was doing that. I came real good, just like I want you to do right now." Real slowly I repeated my instructions, almost pausing between my words, "So take your fucking cock out of your pants and jack it off for me right there in your office. Can you do that?" "Yes," he croaked, "I...I can do that." I could tell by the tremor in his voice that he was extremely turned on. I was light headed with excitement thinking of what he was doing and knowing that I had gotten him to do it! My pictures had driven him to the point where he was actually going to stroke his cock right there in his office at my bidding. I had scored again and found yet another way to drive my man wild with desire. I loved the fact he couldn't resist me. "Are you doing it?" "Yes." "What are you doing?" I wanted to hear him say it. "I'm doing what you asked." I kept completely silent but he got the point. "Ok, I'm jacking it off just for you honey." He paused and I remained quiet. "I'm pumping it with my hand." His breathing sped up, "Oh yea, just like you asked." "Oh, that's better." I wasn't going to play this fun little game alone, "Is your hand sliding back and forth on it?" "Yes." "You want me to suck your cock right now don't you?" I teased. "Oh yes, yes, yes." "Imagine my mouth wrapped tightly around your cock sucking you until you cum," I said trying to sound like what I imaged a phone-sex operator sounded like. "Are you getting close?" "Uh-huh," he mumbled breathlessly. "Then jack that cock off and cum in my open mouth. Imagine this, I'm kneeling down beneath your desk, mouth wide open waiting for your cum, begging for your cum, horny for your cum, hungry for your cum. Give it to me baby, I love watching you cum. I love seeing that warm, white cum squirt out of the tip of your cock just for me," It was all the encouragement I could give at the moment but I knew it was enough. I knew I had him right where I wanted him. "Oh fuck yea," he barely uttered as he came right there in his office. "Oh, yea, oh, oh..." he whimpered with each spurt of orgasm. "Ummm, yummy. What a big, beautiful load of hot, creamy cum. I love it when you cum." Not only did I stroke his cock on a regular basis, at every opportunity I also stroked his sexual ego and always praised and fawned over his ejaculations. "That was nice, thank you baby." "I should be thanking you," he croaked dry mouthed. "You're the hottest women on the planet!" "I know. Now, put the pictures away and don't forget to zip your fly you dirty boy," I teased. Then to give him something to think about, "Oh and tonight when you get home, let's get the camera back out again. I have a naughty idea. Gotta go, love ya." Click. I hurriedly hung up before he could say anything else and giggled to myself for job well done. Panty Girl Now, back to my original point; back to the panties. It was one of these spontaneous things that made me realize how sexy taking off my panties could be. Actually, the truth be known, it's the excitement it gives my husband that's the real turn on. I love driving him crazy with sex and I'm constantly searching for fun ways to surprise and arouse him. My husband and I have been married for nine years. They have been nine of the most wonderful, fun-filled years of my life. We have so much fun working and playing together that the years seem to have flown by. We do everything together. I hear some of my friends complaining and lamenting their lives and marriages and I just don't get it. My husband and I have grown so close that I consider him no only my lover but my best friend. When some of my friends whine, I feel sorry for them. I've found that marriage is give and take but as I listen to their tales of woe, all I hear is taking, rather than giving...from both sides. If they only knew how fun the giving part really was. The discovery years were some of the most fun. My husband didn't realize how adventurous I was since during our two years dating; I did a few crazy things but was, for the most part, pretty reserved compared to now. I wasn't sure if he'd like it but he tells me every day how much he adores it. The more he encourages me and the more I see how horny it makes him, the more motivated I am to try new things. Well, just wait until our tenth anniversary; I have something planned that will knock his socks off. He hasn't seen anything yet! It's going to be hard keeping the secret. As a matter of fact, I get so horny thinking about it, it gives me something really hot to imagine when I masturbate, but I digress. I'll write about that next year. Ok, now for the panty tale I have been hinting at. We'd been married about a year when we went out to eat at a pretty nice restaurant. Nothing to expensive but it had nice white table cloths, private booths and expensive wines. I dared him to not wear any underwear. He hesitated at first but in the spirit of adventure and give and take, he agreed. He told me to be careful because unlike women, not wearing underwear could be really, really obvious if his penis got hard. I told him I would behave, but had other plans once we were out. All night I had been teasing and flirting with him. It was so much fun and it was starting to take its toll. Before heading to the restaurant, we stopped into Victoria's Secret so I could pick up some lingerie. While I shopped, I told him to pick out one thing he wanted to see me wear, "I'm going to buy some practical things but you pick out something really sexy. Oh and make sure it's a sexy size 8." I said with a wink as we parted company. I was hoping the act of sorting through sexy lingerie would add to his physical underwear-free discomfort. I came out of the dressing room and found my husband milling around with a couple of items in hand. When he saw me he walked over and showed me what he picked out. It was a luxurious super short, regal-purple, spaghetti-strap, satin nightie. I held it up and smiled. "Ooo, good boy. That's real nice. I like it." I noticed the adjustable straps and thought that I would really shorten them up so my butt cheeks would peek out from under the nightie. His second item was the tiniest pair of black g-string panties I had ever seen. The small triangle in the front was only one inch wide and about an inch and a half high. It was little more transparent than pantyhose material, if that's possible. At the back junction, where the G-string met the "T", was a small silver heart with small imitation diamonds in it. Then he pointed out the "feature" that appealed most to him. The panties had little silver clips built into each side of the thin elastic waist strap. He held the G-string in front of me and pressed the silver clips. "Plink," the quick-release clips popped and the front of the panties fell open -- as did my mouth. "What do you think?" he asked with a proud smirk. I grabbed them from his hands and looked at the tag. It said 'G-Strip - The sexy quick release panty.' "I love them but I've never heard of these before! Do they have more?" My husband shrugged and led me over to the circular table where he found them. "They're kind of expensive. See they're $36 for one pair. But I thought they were cool. And considering you have that panty trick of yours, I thought you might like them. They seemed pretty neat to me." I loved them and bought one in black, red and satin-pearl white. It was expensive but how could I pass them up? Items in hand, we headed to the checkout. There was only one cashier and the line was long. But I didn't care. Instead, I decided to make the most of the time. I could see the outline of his semi-erect penis starting to form in his pants as I whispered extremely explicit sexual ideas into his ear while we stood in line. "See that girl over there with the big tits?" I whispered. "Yea, what about her?" he whispered back. "Do you think she's wearing any underwear?" It was impossible to tell if she had panties on or not. Her large breasts were loosely secured by a flimsy integrated shelf-bra built into her dress that allowed them to swing freely. "I don't know," he replied trying to not seem too interested. "Oh come on, quit acting so demure. Can't you tell? I thought all guys had built in underwear radar." "Well, mine's on the fritz right now." He studies the unsuspecting girl a bit more, "But she might be going commando...or maybe she's wearing a 'G-Strip.'" "Yea, maybe she is," I thought that was a clever comeback. "How'd you like to see me suck and lick her big tits? God those things are huge!" He looked at me startled, "What the hell are you talking about Kate?" "Oh come on, I'm just playing," I giggled but kept teasing him. "So, do you think she's a shaver or from the 'big-bush league'?" "Remember Kate, I don't have on any underwear. I guess you don't care if the whole store sees my boner." "Oh sorry," I giggled not caring if anyone noticed. I leaned closer to his ear. "Look at her. What if I walked over there and pushed her back on that panty rack, raised her skirt and buried my face in her pussy, right here in the store. Do you think they'd kick us out?" "I dare you." He smiled back at me and then looked back at the innocent shopper. "Actually, I double-dog dare you!" We both laughed, enjoying our game. "You know, you are the sexiest woman I've ever known. I can't believe I'm married to such a hottie!" I backed up into him and he wrapped his arms around my waist. I could feel his erection pressing into my ass through his pants. I smiled to myself, loving my man. At the restaurant, we slipped into our dark booth. Our eyes were starting to adjust to the low light when our waitress came by to take our order. We ordered a bottle of red wine and some great entrees. Half way through dinner, I excused myself and went to the ladies room. My heart was racing and I was so excited thinking of what I was about to do. I lifted my short summer dress and removed my panties, pausing to rub the wispy, thin material all over my extremely wet crotch several times so he could really smell me on them and of course because it felt really good on my horny pussy. I was in heat and wanted him to know it. "God this is so sexy," I thought. I loved it! I laughed at myself. Tonight, I was really horny and was getting off on being a little bad and being a little bit slutty. I walked back into the dining room and discreetly tossed the wet panties onto the table in front of him. He reached out to picked up what he thought was a napkin or something, but when his hand came in contact with the silky material, it startled him. He looked at me questioningly. I said nothing, but rather bit my lip and gave him my most sexy wink. As I sat down, I let my short dress fan out over the seat so my naked ass pressed into the cool vinyl. It was a very interesting feeling. As he studied the tiny panties wadded in his palm, he drew in a deep breath and smiled a very mischievous grin that told me I had done a very naughty but very erotic thing that made him happy. He nonchalantly lifted the tiny piece of material to his nose and breathed in. It was a good thing I was sitting down because my knees went weak as I watched him take in the smell of my generously applied sex. In my nervously, aroused state I fumbled my fork trying to take a bite of my food. It hit the floor next to the table. At the instant the fork flipped out of my hand, I had another idea. He started for it but I told him that I'd get it. I slipped from the booth, looked up and down the hall to see if anyone was near and bent down, straight-legged, to pick up the fork. As I bent, I let my dress ride up exposing my naked ass to him. I stood back up, straightened my outfit and casually sat back down, placing the fork on the edge of the table waiting for a replacement. My husband and I both were smiling ear-to-ear. We were so horny; it was hard to make it through our meal. "That was cute," he said. Personally, I was ready to go home and fuck like animals, but I was enjoying our satisfyingly flirty sex play. Plus, we could make love at home any time we wanted. This was a different kind of fun. I wanted to slip my hand down between my legs so badly and was thinking about doing so when the waitress came by. She replaced my fork and, by our lack of conversation with her, she could tell we wanted to be left alone and quickly walked away to serve other more demanding guests. I tilted my head back, closed my eyes and let me hand slide down between my legs. "What are you doing Kate? Someone might see you. Let's get out of here." He knew what I was doing and leaned toward me for a closer look. "Not yet," I whispered back. "I'm still hungry. Besides, the table cloth is keeping me hidden," I wasn't really still hungry but the ideas were still flowing and I was having too much fun flirting with my man. I ran my fingers up and down my juicy slit; you could hear the sounds of my wetness. I spread the juices all over my pussy. My finger found my clit again and I resumed stroking it, teasing it. My pussy was on fire! I decided to give this R-rated show a solid X-rating by lifting my knee and leg onto the padded seat to give him an open view of me stroking my pussy. "Holy shit," he said as he strained to see all he could while not revealing anything to anyone else in the restaurant. I removed my hand and slowly licked my fingers, savoring the flavor, more for his sake than mine. He looked around then back at me stunned and incredibly aroused. With a concerned look on his face, he pointed to my crotch. I furrowed my brow and looked down to see what he was pointing at. It was immediately apparent, there was a big wet spot smeared on the vinyl seat between my legs. I grinned and covered my mouth with my fingers, slightly embarrassed. He raised his eyebrows and silently mouthed the word, "Wow" at me. "It's why I'm not sitting on my dress," I whispered. "Good thinking," he continued to grin. He had seen it all before. He'd seen me naked a hundred times and seen me touch myself repeatedly, but still enjoyed the show again and again. It made me feel so good and so sexy that he liked seeing me any chance he could and I loved showing it to him. It wasn't that he was seeing anything new; it was that he was seeing it in such a public place. "You are such a sexy woman. How did I get so lucky?" "You know, sometimes I wonder that too," I smiled innocently. "I'm still hungry." "Well, you still have some Fettuccini Alfredo left." He nodded toward my bowl. "Ummm, the sauce isn't that good. It's kinda bland," I bated him and he still wasn't catching on. "I'll get the waitress to..." My hints weren't soaking in so I interrupted him with a more direct approach. "No, I have a better idea. Maybe you could help." It had all led up to this. I looked around the room then leaned over the table, looked him dead in the eye and said as slowly and frankly as I could, "Cum on it," then just stared at him. His face lost all expression. "What?" he said genuinely surprised. After a few endless second he broke eye contact, "No. Come on, if you're not going to finish your food, let's just pay the bill and go." My eyes never drifted; I didn't smile, I didn't blink I didn't flinch. Finally I said very slowly, "Honey, I don't think you understood me. I said I want you to take that dick out of your pants, jack it off and cum on my pasta," I paused and narrowed my eyes for some serious dramatic effect, "then ...I'll eat it." For the longest time he didn't say a word. He just stared at me; his eyes bugging out of his head. My only motivation was to turn him on with something so nasty that it would blow his mind. Something I would only do for him. But suddenly I thought, "Oh shit, I've pushed too far. He thinks I'm a slut." I half expected him to stand up and head to the car. Then out of nowhere he swallowed hard and whispered, "Hand me the bowl." Gotcha! Giggling, I slid the small oval bowl over to him. I was getting really excited thinking about what I had asked him to do and even more excited knowing he was about to do it! His hands disappeared beneath the table as he unzipped his fly and released his cock. I think the hours of playful intent had him hard, aching and wanting. This shouldn't take long. His left hand reached up and took the small half filled bowl and it disappeared below the table cloth. His movements were subtle and if you didn't know what he was doing, you wouldn't notice. But I knew exactly what he was doing. I loved to see him touch himself. I would watch him stroke himself every night if he'd let me. For some reason, it was such a turn-on. I couldn't bear it any longer; I reached over and nudged my knife so it flipped off the edge of the table. "Oops, I'll get it," I announced with quiet excitement and leaned over to pick it up. Sticking my head under the table cloth, I saw it all. He was stroking his cock, like I had seen many times before, and readying himself to cum in my fettuccini. I wanted to dive across the floor and take him in my mouth and suck him until he came, but politely sat back up, hornier than ever. "You're really doing it aren't you," I beamed with a giant grin. "Of course I am. Isn't it what you wanted?" he smiled back and kept going. His eyes closed and I knew what was happening. I desperately wanted to knock something off the table again but thought better of it. My gaze never left his tortured face as he came. Imagination running wild, I envisioned him jacking it until the milky white cream squirted from the tip of his cock. He exhaled with each shot as he pumped his load into the bowl. "Oh honey," I quietly cooed hoping the waitress wouldn't come back at this exact moment. "Yea, that's it baby. I love it. What a hot man giving me such a nice, big load. I bet that pasta's going to taste awesome," My encouraging, ego stroking words were quiet but audible. His breathing normalized and he lifted the pasta back to the table top. After he sat down the bowl, he reached for a napkin, pulled it down to his lap smiling from his proud and daring accomplishment. I was knocked out. He actually did it. Now it was my turn to live up to my end of the bargain. I was excited about giving him the fettuccini show but nervous about how it might taste. I grabbed my fork and stirred the half eaten fettuccini so that the new cream sauce was completely mixed in. Rolling a noodle around the fork, I seductively licked my lips, opened my mouth then inserted it, almost like I was about to put it in for a nasty blowjob. The taste of cum was definitely noticeable and overall...quite repugnant. While not one of my favorite flavors, I don't' mind the taste of my husband's cum, but mixed with Alfredo sauce, it was way too funky for another bite. But it was fun to try it and even more fun to see the look on my lover's face as I ate, chewed and swallowed the pasta covered in his semen, even if it was too yucky for a second mouthful. "Ummm, that's much better," I softly said, licking my lips and trying to keep up the show despite the odd taste. I wanted him to know I wanted him; I longed for him and would do anything to turn him on. "You're a real treasure. You know that don't you?" He said lovingly. "I'm just trying to keep things interesting." "It's working," he smiled pleasantly. "Hey I have an idea, let's go see a movie," he announced suddenly. "But I thought you wanted to go home?" "I did but...," he had a suspicious look and growing grin on his face. "You know...no panties, short skirt, horny wife, dark theater. Maybe lots of guys have done it, but I've never gotten a hand job or fingered a girl at the movies before. I guess I was deprived in high school." "Well big boy, tonight's your lucky night. And just so you're not wondering, I promise that at the theater, you're going to score." We finished off our wine, paid the bill and raced across town to the theater. Once again, the teasing definitely had a spicy and fun payoff. Chapter 3: Tennis Anyone? I like to play tennis, even if I'm not very good at it. I should start by saying that I took lessons in high school and played a lot in college so I'm not too bad, but not great either. I taught my husband to play and we try to get on a court as often as possible, when time permits. He's been a great student and started playing because he's a wonderful man that goes out of his way to do things I like. In return, I have always tried to do the same for him. The result has been a decade of blissful marriage that has outlasted most of our friends'. I can also attest that for those that are still married, they don't have close relationship my husband and I have. For our fifth anniversary, we went to Couples in Ocho Rios. For weeks before we left, I was already thinking of inventive and sexy ways to spice up our vacation and our anniversary. I couldn't wait to sunbath topless or take the short walk to the nude beach. As you already know, I have a long history of doing risky and spontaneous things when my husband least expects it. It's kept our marriage fun, exciting and has kept us our sex life as active as anyone we know. One of my favorite tricks is discreetly taking off my panties in the most public of places. When I say discreet, I mean we try to be discreet. We've been caught a couple times but that's what makes it so much fun and such a turn on. There's nothing risky about taking off my panties in the privacy of my own changing closet. It was a beautiful Caribbean morning; our first at Couples. We had only gotten there the afternoon before and were excited about the beginning of our vacation. Breakfast was on a long terrace overlooking the beach and we immediately knew we had come to the right place when we saw a lovely couple romantically walking along the beach, hand in hand. The lady was topless and wearing a very skimpy thong and the man was wearing a European-style Speedo. "Did you bring your Speedo?" I jokingly ask my husband. "Nope, but I did bring my thong," he laughed. Knowing he didn't have a Speedo, I thought my joke was pretty funny. But knowing that he had a thong, which he'd occasionally prance around in, made me wonder if he really had brought one. I actually began to hope he did. As I was saying, I like tennis. So we brought our rackets and tennis outfits so we could play a few games in between sunning, snorkeling and walking on the beach. After breakfast on our first day, we suited up and headed for the courts. We found ourselves alone on one of four really nice adjoining courts on the perimeter of the property. We stretched a bit then started volleying the ball a bit to warm up. I had planned one of my crazy panty pranks while we were playing tennis; a time and place that I was sure would surprise my husband who was becoming more and more accustomed and suspect of my whimsical shenanigans. Panty Girl "Boy it's hot here," I yelled across the court. "I'm gonna get a drink of water." I ran over to the bench and gulped down some water from a bottle we had brought. As I headed back to my side of the court, I stopped at the net, spun around to face my husband, and smiled. Knowing what was about to happen, he grinned and nodded approvingly at me. As flirtatiously as I could, I slowly raised my tennis skirt and slid my under-knickers down and kicked them into the air. They landed perfectly on the net post; I couldn't help but laugh and left them there. It was my turn to serve and as I threw the ball into the air, I felt the rush of wind blow across my naked crotch as I hit the ball. It was a perfect ace. Well, my husband didn't even try to get the ball as he was too interested in seeing my naked skin that was suddenly revealed when my skirt flew up as I struck the ball. I had just gotten a full waxing a few days before our trip so I was really bare, really sexy and really ready for an erotic vacation down there. "Wow, I just might let you serve all day," he yelled back at me. "Well Mister, I just might let you watch me serve all day," I teased back. It was so exciting to know that after two years of dating and five years of marriage, he still loved to see my body. I loved it that after all these years I still turned him on. Just to give him more to think about, I slid my racket between my legs, strings behind me, grip to the front, so the handle looked like I had an erect cock. I pinched my legs together and with my right hand began to stroke it like I was jacking off my cock. My husband smiled and mouthed, "Oh, you are a naughty girl." As we were volleying my next serve, an older couple walked through the gate ready to start a game on the adjoining court. They paused by the bench waiting politely for us to finish our rally when the lady noticed my knickers on the net post. She immediately looked my way wondering if they were mine. Point finished, the couple walked behind me to their court and started to set up. We exchanged greetings while they walked passed. I smiled to my husband across the court and shrugged helplessly. He looked at me expectantly wondering what I would do. They seemed like harmless older couple so, decision made, we played on. I could feel both of them watching me as I served the ball, once again revealing myself for all so see. When the point was over, we both glanced over at the older couple to see if they noticed. They did. Since they were strangers that were more curious than anything, I found myself relaxing and kind of excited for them to see. As we continued, both of our court mates occasionally stopped their game to look our way, especially when I was serving. I thought the lady would be annoyed or incensed by my exposure and her husband's interest but quickly realized that she didn't care and was smiling and giggling at the sight. She appeared to be a good sport in tennis and in life. Thanks to our court mate's lack of inhibition, I had gone from embarrassed, to brave, to aroused. Forty-five minutes later we were done with tennis and ready to head back to our room and then off to the beach. We packed up our stuff and headed to our room. As soon as the door closed, my horny husband had his pants off, lifted my skirt and was impaling me with his throbbing cock. No foreplay, no romance, just raw, hardcore, jaw-dropping, pounding sex. And I wanted it as bad as he did. Our sexy tennis game had been enough foreplay for both of us and I had been wet for almost an hour, knowing this exact moment was rapidly approaching. We were still half dressed and fucking like mad. From time-to-time, I loved it when he took me like that. After giving our sexual pressure ample time to percolate, I always came so quickly once we were going at it. Times like these, he would take the lead and begin the hard, driving sex but inevitably, it would end up being me that took control as things approached the end. He would start by pinning me to a wall, bending me over a chair, spreading me on a bed, or yanking off just enough clothes to get access to my private parts. His thrusts were long, hard and deep and if I was bent over a chair or a bed, I liked it when he'd pull my hair or grope my tits. He always knew how hard to push it while not going too far. After letting him ravage me for several minutes, I loved to turn the tables and flip him over onto his back and ride him as hard as he had just ridden me. I loved to bounce on his cock, allowing my full body weight to impale myself on his rock hard pole. If we were standing, I would jump onto him, wrapping my legs around his waist and bounce on his cock, making sure it impaled me as hard and as deep as possible. I loved to make hard eye contact and hold it throughout our animalistic sex sessions. It was almost like we could see into each other's souls as our bodies merged. He would grunt as I bounced on him or slammed my body onto his. He would growl and swear verbalizing our physical actions; each word timed and blurted out as our bodies slammed together. "Oh...yes...fuck...that...cock!" He too would cum fast and hard. While our tender love making session might last for hours on end, these would be over in five minutes at the most. And since they were typically not at night, we had discovered that cumming inside of me made for a messy way to spend the rest of the day. But as we did with many things, we would turn that inconvenienced into a playful sex act. A few minutes into it I would orgasm, and then I would begin to bark and snarl for him to cum on me. It would start a back and forth verbal banter that we continue to volley to this day. "Are you ready to cum?" "Yea, I'm close." "Oh yea, cum on me baby!" It was my way of signaling him to not cum in me since we were going back out. "You want me to cum on your tits?" Or he would say pussy, ass or face depending on what pretzel shape or position we were in. I would beg him to come on that chosen spot (sometimes these fast, fuck sessions would break out as we were heading out for a nice night on the town, in that case no facials once I was all made up). "YEA! I want that fucking cock to cum on my tits!" "I'm close!" "Yea shoot it on my tits." "You wanna see my cock cum?" "Oh yes, I wanna see it cum. Let me see it squirt all over me!" (Hey, a little nasty goes a long way). He would pull out at the last possible moment and shoot his load onto the chosen, hallowed body part. "Oh God! Here I cum! Ahhh!" I would coo and praise his explosion and would collect a bit of his semen on my finger and taste it in front of him. "Oh baby, that was a huge load. I love to see you cum. Yummy," I would make love to my finger, licking it clean. "It tastes so good." It was another of my secrets and my way of thrilling him to the end and keeping his sexual ego in over drive. I wanted him to know I worshipped his cock and cum and much as he worshipped my entire body. Sexually fulfilled and covered in cum, we cleaned up and got ready for some lunch and sun. "Let's get some lunch and find that nude beach," he volunteered. "Yea, let's sun our buns," I shook my ass at him as I replied. Once again, the panties, or lack of them, did the trick. Chapter 4: Back to the Beginning Cosmopolitan, as well as many other magazines have regular features about women with problems in the bedroom or articles about how to please your man or how to keep sex fun. While everyone is different, I sure found a way to spice things up in my home. The neat thing is how simple it was; though simplicity is probably the key. It's easy for me while the results speak for themselves. No matter what your solution is, the point is to have one. Have that private secret that's just between the two of you. Find something that bonds your man to you. Keep him off guard and in your bed. Is it worth it? Try it once and let me know. I'm willing to bet that if your man is anything like mine, you'll wish you had done it a long time ago. Speaking from experience, people will notice. They'll become aware of your man's attentiveness, they'll observe his devotion and they'll notice your closeness. Not only will they notice it, they'll envy it. They'll pay or even kill for your secret. But it's up to you as to whether or not you want to reveal your secret and let them know you're a "Panty Girl."