The Erotica of Al X : Dan's Panty Fantasy - Episode 1
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Summary: Dan's fantasy is to have another man masturbate into one of his wife's panties. In this story, Dan prepares the panty. When she comes from work, he has her lay on the sofa and he proceeds to get her - and the panty - good and wet.
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"A Present For Al"
by Al X
Dan had long fantasized about having another man masturbate into one of his wife's panties, then putting the soiled panty back into her panty drawer. He placed an ad on Crag's List. Al answered the ad and agreed to meet Dan in a motel room. He instructed Dan to bring two of his wife's panties. The first was the one Al would cum in, and Ron had selected his favorite, a white see-through panty with a satin bow. The second would be a used panty, damp with "your wife's pussy juice." When the chosen evening came around, Dan chose the white panty from his wife's panty drawer; (he had tucked in the back so she wouldn't use it), and hid it for later. Here's how he got the second panty:
He waits for his wife to come from work. He has spent all afternoon plotting a plan not only to get the panties she's wearing today, but to get them wet before she takes them off. His heart skips a beat when he hears the car outside. He holds his breath until there's footsteps on the porch and the front door opens.
She is wearing a dress, but what is underneath? He's not sure what panties she put on this morning but he hopes they're sexy. She looks tired, weary for the workday, but - as always - still pretty and sexy. She complains about work, which fits in nicely with his plan. As she plops herself on the sofa, he pours her a glass of wine.
"Just what the doctor ordered," she says with a smile. She takes a sip and kicks off her shoes.
"Are you having one?"
"In a bit," he lies. He has to go out later, so he won't be drinking. "And if you're feeling exhausted, I know what else will help," He kneels on the floor and takes her feet in his hands. He rubs the soles of each foot, not minding the slight musty odor.
"You are too good to me," she says.
No, he's being selfish, he knows. This is all for him. This is all for Al.
As his thumbs run circles on her feet, her legs part a few inches and he peeks up between her legs. Could it be? It looks like she's wearing her sexiest red thong! Al will be so happy.
She takes a long sip of wine, then sets the glass on the table. "This feels like heaven."
He works the tops of her feet next, followed by her ankles and her supple calves.
"I can give you a full massage. Would you like that?"
She answers by stretching out on the sofa and laying her head on a pillow.
"Roll over so I can massage your back," he tells her.
She takes another sip of wine, then rolls onto her stomach. Her dress bunches up, revealing a long stretch of her thighs. Dan can't wait to get his hands on her ass and pussy, but he has to wait, he has to the plan. He repositions himself and begins to rub her back through the dress. He kneads her shoulders and her arms, then returns his attentions to her back. He's an expert masseuse. When his hands rub her lower back, her dress inches up more and he gets his first glimpse of her panty-covered ass. Her cheeks are round, but firm, with a sliver of the frilly thong stuck in between.
His cock is rock hard now, and he moves the dress up to completely uncover her ass. The thong is hot, and when he parts her legs he can view her entire crotch. A few random hairs poke out the side and back of the panty. The back massage is rapidly becoming an erotic massage. His wife doesn't mind, and when she arches her back, he raises her up and slides a pillow under her groin.
Her thighs are smooth and tanned, still in great shape at 49. He parts them and can now see entire length of the panty crotch, which already has a wet spot. He gently places both palms on her ass cheeks. Pushing down, he parts her cheeks slowly, then runs his middle finger along the crack of her ass, over the thong, and down towards her panty-covered cunt. He lightly teases her, then moves his finger back away. Then he runs his finger up and down again, and again, each time more forceful until she is pushing herself hard against his hand.
"Give it to me," she orders in a throaty whisper, and he pulls the panty to the side and slips his finger into her vagina. He pushes it in knuckle deep, then gyrates it, rubbing his finger against her pussy walls. He pushes in and out, and around and around, and she is gyrating her ass and groin, and letting out moans. He realizes that he's pressing his groin against the sofa, jerking himself, and it feels good. When he takes his pinky and massages her hard clit she explodes against his hand. Her body tenses, her hands clench, her moans become louder, and she is ooh-ing, and then she has had enough and she tells him to Stop!
He does. He freezes his hand, leaving it inside her, like he knows she likes, and watches her body rise and fall with heavy breaths. Dan feels good, knowing he's satisfied her, but feels a little guilty knowing that this was all part of plan to satisfy a stranger's request, a male stranger that he is going to see later.
But a plan is a plan, and his cock is so hard and needing release. Dan removes his fingers from her pussy, and replaces the damp thong against her. As his wife rolls over onto her side. he stands up beside her, the bulge in his pants achingly obviously. "You must be getting sore," she tells him, reaching for crotch and rubbing him through his jeans. "Give me your cock, honey." Her fingers are at his zipper, pulling it down. She reaches in and feels for his cock. When she unsnaps his jeans, he move closer, and soon his jeans and underwear are at his knees. He kicks them aside, and his wife's mouth nears his cock.
He looks down and sees his pretty wife sucking him, but in his mind he imagines a stranger, a man, sucking him off. He imagines Al's mouth around his cock, Al's hands on his ass, Al's fingers stroking his dick, He can't hold on any longer. Without warning his wife, he erupts in her mouth. She coughs a bit, and tries to hold it in, but the cum drips from her lips and over his cock. She catches gobs of it with her hands, then rubs her cum-filled hands all over his cock. She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand.
"You're a great cock-sucker, honey," he tells her. And then he wonders if he'll be sucking Al's cock tonight? And if so, what kind of cock-sucker will he be? And what will it be like?
His wife sits back and reaches for her wine, ready to wash out the taste of cum from her mouth.
"Wait," he tells her. Then he kneels down before her, and leans close to her. Before she can speak, he moves his face next to hers and places his lips on hers. At first he tastes nothing, it is just lips on lips, but then he slips his tongue out and runs it on her lips and gets his first taste of warm, salty cum. She resists him, but he forces his tongue inside her mouth and begins to fully taste his cum, wondering what Al's jism will taste like. If she was initially repulsed, she starts to enjoy this scene. She lets out a little moan, and then slips her tongue inside his mouth. They begin french kissing like hungry lovers, getting hotter. And when he pulls away he sees cum still below her mouth and on her chin. He leans close and begins to lick below her mouth, loving the taste.
"This is so hot," she whispers. And as he licks her face, he reaches below them and begins to finger her through the thong, getting it wetter, pushing it deeper inside her. And when he starts to suck the cum from her chin, he rubs her clit through the panty, and she is cumming again.
And then they pull away, and she leans back on the sofa, exhausted. "That was wild," she says. "What made you-" She stops as if afraid to say it: what made you lick your own cum?
He can't tell her. He just shrugs, then lays his head on her thigh. She caresses his hair, and as he lays there, he stares at her wet panty. Even from inches away he can smell her musky pussy. It will be perfect. Al will be pleased.
To complete his plan, he suggests she take a bubble bath. He helps her undress, and although he throws her bra and dress in the laundry, her sexy red thong he sneaks in his pocket, a present for Al later on.
Story Written during October, 2006
Last Revised on November 5, 2006
The author welcomes your comments and suggestions for future stories.
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