My Blue Panties
When I walked into the bedroom I couldn't believe my eyes. There was my
boyfriend, in the middle of the bed, squeezed into a pair of my favorite
panties. His big hairy thighs were tearing the lace trim around the leg openings
and his half-hard cock was fighting against the blue satin for freedom. He
looked just ridiculous. But the look in his eyes told me he was being
serious, so I
slipped into the bathroom to compose myself before returning to the odd bedroom
scenario he had dreamed up. We've always been willing to indulge the other's
The next day, I was having lunch with a girlfriend and told her about the
panty incident and how badly I had wanted to laugh. Don't get me wrong, my
boyfriend and I always have great sex. But he is always so serious about it,
never playful. Even while wearing my panties he never cracked a smile. My
girlfriend suggested that maybe I should just try and show him how he had
looked and it might loosen him up a bit. So we met up again after work and
took a trip to a store where they sold
sex toys. I purchased a strap on
was about the same size as my boyfriend's cock – the idea being that I would
put it on under the same blue panties he had already ruined and he would see
how silly it looked.
Later that night, while my boyfriend was busy making dinner, I slipped into the bedroom to strap on the dildo and put on the tattered panties. I glanced at
myself in the mirror and had to laugh. I thought I looked
even funnier than he had. I guess it was the combination of my breasts and
the big penis straining to get out of the panties that looked so odd.
Holding my breath to keep the laughter at bay, I wandered back to the
kitchen. He had his back to the doorway and was busy slicing a tomato. I
crossed my arms, leaned into the door jam and cleared my throat to get his attention. My boyfriend turned his head, stared for a moment, then
turned all the way around.
"Oh honey," he said in a high voice, trying to imitate me. "Can't it wait
till after dinner? I've been slaving away for hours."
"Hours, huh?" I said sauntering over to stand in front of him. "Well, maybe
I need satisfaction now."
A strange glint flashed in his eye just then and I felt the cool steel of
his knife blade slip into the waistband of my panties at the hip. With a
simple flick of the wrist the blade cut through and the panties fell to the
floor. "There now," he said in his normal voice. "Isn't that a lot less
At this point something came over me and I felt totally aroused. My clit was throbbing behind the dildo. I reached out and untied the drawstring on his
sweat pants, letting them fall to the floor. As usual, he wasn't wearing any
underwear and he already had a full erection. Instinct took over.
I grabbed him by the shoulders and turned him around, bent him over the
counter and gave his ass a playful slap. I think he said something or let
out a surprised grunt. I wasn't really listening as I was busy reaching for the plate of butter on the counter. Then I was wiping a
big glob of it all over the dildo. I planted my hands firmly on his hips,
aimed the dildo at his hole, and thrust forward.
When I first entered him, his knees tried to buckle and I thought he might
fall. But as he regained his composure, I began thrusting in and out. Once I
established a good rhythm, I noticed that he was moaning with pleasure.
Maybe this hadn't been such a bad idea after all. So I reached around with
one hand and grabbed his dripping cock then started stroking it. It took
very little effort before he began to shake all over and spewed a huge load
onto the kitchen floor. In the heat of the moment I had also managed to have
one hell of an orgasm, and my juices were running down my legs.
Later, as we sat exhausted and trying to eat dinner, he looked at me with
this huge grin on his face and said, "So, does this mean you're not mad at me
for ruining your panties? I mean, I only put them on in the first place hoping to make you laugh. But
when you acted so serious, I figured I was in trouble."
I couldn’t help but start laughing. “Remember that saying about how when you assume, you make an ASS out of U and ME? I guess we’re both guilty.”
”Well,” he said, kissing me, “You can have my ass anytime.”