Marie leaves me her panties to play with, then her husband joins us for fun!

With spring here but while there was still snow on the ground I decided to take a long weekend climbing in the hills. I set out knowing that many farmhouses did bed and breakfast and there’d be lots of vacancies at this time of year. I was in a secluded valley as dusk was falling and seeing a B&B sign I headed up the track from the lane to an isolated farm house. The door was opened by an attractive woman of about 40 with neat dark hair and a good figure. Her tight blue jeans clung like a second skin to curvy legs and a well rounded backside, and her check shirt showed every curve of big breasts. I couldn’t fail to notice a button of her shirt was open, giving a glimpse of a lacy black bra. There was something in her eyes that hinted there could be more on offer than just a room for the night. I felt my erection start to rise, but she was joined immediately by her husband, a fit muscular guy. They introduced themselves as Clive and Marie.

Marie showed me the guest room upstairs. It had everything I could need: a bed, an en suite shower, a chair and a TV so I took the room. After I’d dumped my stuff I headed off to the pub in the village for something to eat.

I came back ready for bed, with a stiff erection as I anticipated a good hard wank thinking of the things I’d like to do with Marie. I switched on the light in my bedroom and stopped, stunned. Right in the middle of the bed was a pair of sexy women’s panties! They were very brief and very feminine, white see-through lace with a pattern of little embroidered hearts and edged with white lace. On top of the panties was a paper note. I picked it up and read:

“Wet my knickers with your cum as you stroke your cock off thinking of me. When Clive and me are fucking tonight I’ll be wishing it was you. Marie.”

I’ve long had a panty fetish. I always ask my girl friends to give me their panties to play with and masturbate over while they’re away. I picked Marie’s panties up and ran them through my fingers. They smelled of Marie’s perfume and bulged at the front as if they remembered the curves of her mound. I felt as if my penis was trying to explode out through my jeans!

I stripped naked and lay on the bed. There was a full length wall mirror, and I watched myself teasing my muscle rock hard and sticking straight out from wiping Marie’s panties across my nozzle and running them between my legs to tickle my balls, imagining it was Marie’s tongue and soft fingers. Then with Marie’s panties spread on my belly and imagining Marie in my favourite nude poses, I treated myself to a full fisted stroke off till I sent a jet of semen arching out to land right on the tiny white lace triangle that would cover Marie’s cunt. It had been a long day, but with a woman’s panties in my hand my penis wouldn’t stay down, and I soaked them again as in my imagination she bent over the chair in front of the wall mirror so I could ogle her boobs while I treated her to boy from behind. I fell asleep naked with Marie’s panties still spread on my belly.

Next morning I took a shower. Soon I was nicely loosened up, all except a part of me that was getting stiffer and stiffer the more I thought about Marie. I stepped out of the shower, tossed a towel over my shoulders, opened the door into the bedroom and stepped through, pointing a stiffly swaying eight incher at the ceiling. And there on the bed was Marie!

She was kneeling spread legged on the bed, wearing only a tiny black satin bra and matching panties barely big enough to sling her big heavy breasts and to cover her pussy mound. Behind her the big wall mirror which showed me the triangle of black satin tight over the well rounded curves of her bottom. She was holding the white cotton panties I’d masturbated over the night before, showing the prominent stain where I’d splashed my semen over them. I stopped in my tracks and let the towel drop off my shoulders.

“Did my naughty boy enjoy playing with my knickers last night?” she said, then “would my naughty boy like to play with the knickers I’m wearing now?”

Just in case I misunderstood, as she spoke she ran a fingertip along the dimpled line of her vagina lips where the black satin was taut over her mound. My hard-on strained up a notch, but I glanced at the bedroom door, which was ajar. I’d thought I’d seen a movement through the gap.

“Don’t worry. My husband’s away on business for the day. He won’t be back till late. We can play all day.”

She spread her legs a bit wider, arched her back to thrust her breasts forward, hooked her thumb over the top hem of her panties and pulled down to give me a momentary peep of a smooth shaven vagina slit.

“Undress me!” she said, and there was an edge of excitement in her voice!

This wasn’t something I was going to hurry. I tickled her belly button, then slid my hand slowly down her front and inside the triangle of satin over her mound. She gasped as I eased my fingers between her love lips. Then I grunted as an electric shock of pleasure ran through me as she fingered my balls, and ran her fingertips through my thick bush of pubic hair and along my straining shaft till she was playing with my soft sensitive knob.

“My boy’s so big and so stiff” she purred, then “Take my bra off and play with my tits.”

I got behind her to unclip her bra and let it drop, then had a good long fondle of her bottom through her knickers. I guess it’s my panty fetish again, but few things strain my shaft harder than the feel of the soft curves of a woman’s bottom through thin panties taut over her curves. I tickled her through the thin smooth satin all the way down the valley between her bum cheeks and reached right under her from behind to stroke her rhythmically along the strip of satin between her legs and along the line of her vagina lips, kissing her bare back and reaching round her to play with her breasts at the same time.

She got onto all fours for me to take her panties off, but before I did I stroked and massaged her mound through the taut smooth satin and let my hand brush the inside tops of her thighs till she was quivering hot and her panties were wet with sex juice. Then I slipped her panties down and off. I didn’t hurry that either, and I kissed and caressed every millimetre of her soft warm bottom and long smooth legs until her panties were in my hands. Then she spread her thighs wide for me to massage her mound and finger stroke the lips of her slit till her pussy lips were sopping with juice and she was panting and trembling with arousal!

Then with Marie nude, things got kinky.

“Will you do something for me?” she said “It really turned me on knowing you wanked over my knickers. Will you put my knickers on? I love seeing men wearing my panties with their cocks up, oh please!”

My hard on creaked up a couple more notches harder. This woman had panty fetishes too! Somehow I managed to squeeze into Marie’s skimpy black satin panties. The back gripped my bum like a lustful hand, and my rock hard shaft forced the tiny triangle of satin at the front out far from my pubes like a tent over a tent pole. The black satin was so thin it showed every detail of my shaft and rounded knob. I stood facing her with my legs spread and ramming my hips and boner forward.

“Mmmmmmmm!” she purred “My naughty boy looks so sexy in my knickers.”

She leaned forward treating me to an exquisite view in the mirror of the backs of her thighs, her bottom and her pussy slit between her bum cheeks and fondled my balls with her fingertips through the satin, then with just her thumb and fingertip panty wanked me gently up and down my shaft just enough to get my shaft feeling it was going to snap. She got me to do kinky poses for her wearing her panties, sticking my dick out, bending over with my legs spread while her fingers slowly followed the hem of her panties crossing my buttocks, then tickled me down between my bum cheeks then deliciously softly fondling my balls and slowly sliding along my shaft till she was tickling my knob.

“Is that nice?” she purred “I love the feel of a big stiff cock through sexy knickers”

I fought for all I was worth not to jerk too soon and soak these panties too with semen, but a wet patch of pre cum appeared where they were tight over my nozzle. She was hot too, and now the action really started!

Leaving the bed she crouched wide legged in front of me, pulled the panties down and I stepped out of them. Released from confinement my erection sprang forward and up. In the mirror behind her it looked like it was sticking straight up. She licked me across my nozzle and I thought she was going to suck me off and I braced myself for infinite pleasure, but she had something else in mind. She picked her panties up, lassoed my hard up shaft with them pulled me toward the bed with them.

“Pleasure me!” she gasped.

She knelt on the bed with her legs wide and fingered her pussy to make clear what she wanted. I got astride her thigh so I could finger pleasure her vagina with one hand and tickle her bum stroke her right down underneath with the other, with my balls and cock brushing her bare thigh, and I teased her with my hand slowly working its way from the inside of her thighs to her vagina. Her vagina lips were swollen and soaked with juice by the time my two fingers reached them and I began the gentle but rhythmic stroking that drives women wild. I took her through to an explosive orgasm with my fingers stroking her love lips and my fingertip slowly circling the peak of her clit, while kissing her breasts and flicking her taut aroused nipples with my tongue all the way to her climax. She howled as her orgasm exploded, her breasts quivered as she juddered, and she rammed her mound against my hand as she thrust her hips. Afterwards she knelt on the bed with her eyes closed, panting, and holding my hand cupped tightly over her juice sodden pussy mound. Her eyes opened and met mine.

“Want you! …. Want you!” she gasped “Me on top! I love it like that! Fill me while my pussy’s still throbbing!”

Moments later I was laid back on the bed with Marie’s legs astride me and the nipples of her swinging breasts brushing against my lips while I fondled her thighs. Then came that delicious moment when I felt her moist vagina lips kissing my shaft and teasing me with anticipation, then the pressure of those lips against my knob. I held her thighs to steady her for that final exquisite moment when the full depth of those lips slid tightly down the length of my shaft and her smooth shaven mound met my coarse pubic hair. I played with her breasts and legs as she spent ages riding my rod, rhythmically rising and falling, with her big breasts swinging above me, and she sure knew how to squeeze her pussy muscles just the way I like! I gripped her hips as I began to rise and rammed my hips up so hard as my semen jerked exquisitely into her vagina that I lifted her.

“Was that good?” she asked leaning over me.

I didn’t answer, but I guess the way I was panting and gripped her bottom gave her the answer she wanted.Then she surprised me. Usually after sex a woman flops down next to me holding me tight and pressing her body against mine. But Marie moved till she was on all fours across my body, with her belly above mine, her thighs against my one side and her breasts hanging against my other. She was facing the bedroom door. For a moment I wondered if she was going to show me some new sex position. Then she spoke and I froze with horror.

“Does my other naughty boy want to come and play now?”

The door opened and in walked Clive. For an instant I thought I was dead meat from being caught playing with his wife. Then I realised he was stark naked, had a big grin on his face, and was fingering an erection sticking up almost as far as his belly button. He’d watched the whole act and my panty parade was for him too! He walked up to the bed and stopped so the big purple head of his penis pointed straight at Marie.

“Was that good, darling?” Marie asked “I was on top the way you like. Did you like it when he pleasured me?”

Clive reached down and fondled Marie’s breasts.

“You were fantastic. I nearly had to jerk off when you came.” Clive fingered his hard up penis.

Marie reached out and tickled Clive’s hairy balls.

“Does my boy want his naughty wifey to do something nice for him?”

Clive thrust the head of his shaft against Marie’s lips leaving no doubt what nice thing he wanted, and the mirror was in just the right place for him to enjoy the view of Marie’s legs, bottom and pussy from behind to add to the thrill as she treated him. I was looking straight up from below at the underside of Clive’s big hairy balls and shaft as Marie picked up the black panties and wiped them smoothly across Clive’s nozzle, then brushed the smooth satin lightly all over his shaft. I could hear Clive growling softly and the veins on his shaft were standing out.

“My other boy likes my sexy knickers too!” said Marie.

She hung her panties on Clive’s hard up shaft like a trophy, then he groaned and quivered as she licked his big purple knob all over with the tip of her tongue. I watched as her lips parted around his penis head and slid far down his shaft. Clive’s legs spread as he braced himself, and he ran his hands over Marie’s bare back and through her hair. Then Marie started in earnest with her lips sliding rythmically full length, her cheeks dimpling as she sucked, and with her thumb and forefinger in a ring round his shaft following her lips in perfect unison.

As Marie rocked back and forth across my body I fondled her swinging breasts and caressed her thighs and her bottom with the other. She spread her legs to invite my hand to slide between them and I cupped my hand over her sex mound to massage her mound and stroke her vagina. She made Clive wait. It was ages before I heard that familiar stifled grunt from Clive. I watched him grip Marie’s shoulders, ram his hips forward as if he was trying to force his penis as far down Marie’s throat as he could, then grunt loudly and jerk his hips spasmodically as he squirted down Marie’s throat. He stood for a few moments holding Marie’s shoulders. Marie’s panties fell from his limp swinging penis onto the bed, and a long strand of semen dripped from his penis onto them.

“Boys are so messy” Marie said with a grin.

By the time Marie got off the bed my erection was up again like an iron bar. Then I felt mixed shock and pleasure as Clive ran his fingers over my balls and ruffled my pubic hair. He wrapped his thumb and forefinger in a ring around my shaft as if he was going to wank me, and slowly and smoothly stroked it up and down along its length, but just a couple of times, like he was giving me an appetizer. I saw a droplet of pre-cum appear on my nozzle.

“Ever had a hand job from another guy? I sometimes think only a guy knows what another guy really likes. You looked good in those sexy panties. How about putting these on for me and us giving each other a helping hand?”

He grinned at me. In his hand he was holding a woman’s tiny pink thong with bows at the hips. Marie was grinning, the most mischievous grin I’d ever seen on a woman’s face. I think I grinned too.

“Mmmmmmmm …..” she purred “I love watching boys doing naughty things together. Over my tits this time?”

I felt my erection strain up several notches.

“But let’s have breakfast first” she said.

That was a weekend I’ll never forget. In fact I remember it every time I jerk my load into Marie’s panties!