Busted by my Ex-Wife's Best Friend

PantyPeter

My wife was at work and I was off. I was in the guest room ogling the lingerie of my wife’s friend Cherie who was staying with us for an indefinite period. The more I rummaged through her delicate things the more excited I became. I sniffed her dirty panties and felt the cups of her enormous bras, imagining her massive tits stretching out the filmy material. I started rubbing the silky cups against my cock. I wanted to cum so bad.

Then I put on a pair of dirty high-waisted nylon briefs. My cock stretched them tight, almost straight out as she had a big, round ass for the panties to stretch around. I kept rummaging about with the panties on, then decided to put on a nightie she was borrowing from my wife. It was a light green, short satin babydoll with puffy sleeves and a rounded white satin collar with a little bow at the center. In addition, I had put on one of Cherie’s massive bras underneath and filled the cups with socks. Whew, was I horny.

I felt the satin gown on my skin as I stroked my cock in the silky panties, looking over the shelf of nylon covering the bra, imagining I was her in the sexy lingerie. I could smell her scent from the clothes. I masturbated quite frequently into her dirty panties. I really wanted her to notice, but she never said anything if she did; I don’t see how she could have missed it.

Cherie had gone out, taking my car on an errand. It was winter and the roads were covered with ice, so she had decided to come back rather than risk wrecking my car. I never heard her come in. The front of her white panties were wet with my pre-cum. I had decided to explode in them. Thinking of her discovering the cummed on panties excited me more. My ears were pounding, my breathing was hard as I stood over her dirty clothes, just about to cum when she appeared in the doorway.

She was obviously shocked and had to stand there and take in the scene before she fully realized what she was seeing. I was shocked too and stood there with my panty encased cock in my hand, sexy nightie enveloping my body. There was no getting out of that one!

Cherie spoke first. “Well, you like my panties do you?” She has a cynical humor.

All I could say was, “yeah.” My face was red as can be and I thought my heart would explode. The shiny satin seemed to glare in the light, my huge fake tits standing out before me, bra squeezing around my chest and tugging at my shoulders. I was intensely aware of my appearance, but it was also thrilling at the same time.

“Looks like you like Tammy’s nightgown too. Why are you doing that?” What a question. “Because it feels good and I was fantasizing about you,” I said meekly.

I couldn’t look her in the eye, so my gaze was slightly lower, on her huge round tits that stretched out her fuzzy white turtleneck sweater. Her bra was visible through the thin sweater stretched so tight. She had very large nipples that stood out a good quarter inch. Cherie had a gorgeous round face with huge brown eyes and long, thick dark reddish-brown hair tied in a bun, strands encasing both sides of her face with a fair complexion. She was a little heavy, but the huge tits, large hips and beautiful round ass made up for it. Her middle was fairly flat. Her tits stood out prominently, defying gravity, as did her wonderfully round ass.

“Have you done that before with my stuff?” she asked pointedly. I think she knew.

“Well, I’ve masturbated with your dirty panties a few times, but didn’t cum on them,” I lied. Would she engage me on the issue? “Do you do that because you like my panties or because you fantasize about me?” she asked curiously.

I looked her in the eye and said, “I fantasize about you all the time. You parade around in Tammy’s nightgowns, braless in low cut see-through t-shirts or thermal underwear, loose shorts that slide down so I can see your panties; it drives me crazy.”

My wife and I did not have much sex at that point in our marriage. We later divorced. She was depressed, angry and very difficult to live with. She was a very selfish person and more than one friend told me to leave her, but it was difficult. So, we were together but very unhappy and I was horny all the time. I had turned to cross dressing and masturbation to satisfy myself.

Cherie and I got along great. We laughed together and confided in each other. We had gotten physical a few times when I would give her a shoulder massage while in a nightgown, or one time I was sitting on top of her on the bed. I was wearing panties under my sweatpants and she was wearing loose nylon shorts and one of my white t-shirts, braless. I gave her a back massage and as I stroked high on her back I would slide my rigid penis up on her big ass, between her cheeks, then back down. She didn’t know that I had pulled the front of my pants down to allow my panty covered penis to slide against her ample ass cheeks. She really enjoyed it for a while, but when I started massaging her tits squished out to the side she bucked me off and said stiffly that the massage was over.

She wanted me and went out of her way to entice me. She wore satin and see-through nylon nightgowns from my wife all day and bent over in front of me to get in the cupboard or pick something up knowing that I could see her panties. Or she would bend over with a loose gown on knowing that her massive jugs were completely visible down the neckline. A few of the gowns were strapless and loose and her big bra and cups were visible from the side, or her complete breast if she was braless. We would watch movies together and I would gaze at her tits standing up under a gown, nipples ever ready and poking through the shiny fabric. A few times Tammy told her to put clothes on.

I would purposely walk around when my wife wasn’t present, fly open with a big hard on, or wear sweat pants low on my hips with a bulge stretching out panties underneath. I guess she never noticed the panty tops, sometimes lace, visible out the top. Maybe she did and didn’t say anything. A couple of times I had purposely pulled the panties up high so several inches were showing just to be naughty.

Cherie was looking at my cock. It had definitely diminished, but was still partially hard. I had actually made it throb several times, almost unconsciously, as it lost stiffness.

She asked with a sigh, “What am I going to do with you? You’re impossible. You’ve been trying to get in my pants for a long time.”

“What!” I exclaimed. “You’ve been teasing me for years! I think it’s you who want in my pants.”

“Well, you finally got in my panties,” looking at my cock, “but not the way I expected,” she quipped with a wry smile. We both chuckled. “Sooo, you expected me to get in your panties someday?”

She looked at me, wagged her shoulders a little and said coquettishly, “I’ve thought about it.”

I knew where we were going and stepped forward. She didn’t move back, so I put my arms around her and kissed her full lips. Our bras squished together. I rubbed her back as our tongues intertwined and I could feel the industrial bra strap hugging her back. She put her arms around me, stroking the nightie against my skin. I was instantly erect again. What a feeling!

We kissed for a while, as I slid my hands down to cup her ass through her slacks. She pressed up against my bulge. Next I slowly moved to the side of her left breast. It was huge in my hand with knit acrylic fabric stretched tightly over it. Her large nipple was easy to find, poking through the sweater, begging to be massaged.

Cherie began stroking my ass through the panties and then slid her hand around to the front to stroke my cock and balls. We were both getting very bothered. My hand travelled down to her crotch where I could feel her pussy lips pressed against the tight fabric of her slacks. I unbuttoned the front and slid my hand in front of her high-waisted panties and stroked her gently.

With my other hand I tried to slide her slacks off, but her big, round hips wouldn’t allow it. She let go and quickly slid her slacks down and off. Her head was right in front of my cock. When she finished she got on her knees as I pulled the crotch of my panties aside to expose my stiff rod. Without hesitation she engulfed it all the way, stroking back and forth with her head and tongue. Her hot, wet mouth was exquisite and I was buried into her throat!

The view was unbelievable. There she was in her tight sweater, full brown hair tied up in a bun, full red lips wrapped around my shaft, huge tits below that. I felt so sexy in that nightie, satin collar around my shoulders, sleeves tight around my arms, silky fabric dancing against my skin, panties stretched around my ass. She didn’t seem to care.

Cherie pulled me out of her mouth and stood up, rubbing my cock against her panties. She was getting herself ready for me. I squeezed and stroked her ample breasts, too large to get my hands around, then moved to her rear where I stroked my dick against her huge size 9 panties as she swayed to help. She stood up straight, took my hand and moved it to her pussy with my cock pressed backwards against her panties. I was leaving a wet spot high on the fabric stretched to the limit around her round cheeks. She pulled my hand up and slid it down the front panel, silky nylon sliding against the back of my hand. She was soaked and her pussy lips felt swollen between my fingers.

My other hand cupped and lifted a breast, unbelievably heavy yet pliable and soft under her sweater. Her hands were laced together behind her head. I stroked her nipple with my finger. I wanted to tear off her sweater and suck on those babies, but didn’t want to interfere with her pleasure. I thought I was going to cum on her panties, slick with my semen now as she grinded against me, then my hand. After quite a long time, Cherie started saying, “Shit, oh shit, oh shit” as she got close. I was thinking of spiders and barf trying not to explode on her panties! The feeling of the satin against her fuzzy sweater was extremely erotic. Then she finally came with me stroking her clit furiously, moaning loudly, making an eeeewww sound, which was new to me.

I took my cock and started stroking her crotch from behind. She went over to a chair and bent over, panties gleaming in the light, large ass stretching the massive panties from her hips to her thighs. I had a little trouble pulling the tight crotch to the side so I could slide my long, hard cock in, but once I got it her wet pussy allowed it to slide right in; nice and hot. I buried it deep, looking down the front of my satin nightie at her beautiful nylon covered ass, then stroked her hard as I held on to her hips. Cherie liked it hard and fast. In quick rhythm she stroked herself against me as I pounded back. The satin of the babydoll massaged my skin as I pumped. I ran my hands up and down her sweater, tight against her skin with the thick bra strap visible underneath.

It didn’t take long before I pulled out just in time to soak her size 9’s with my cum, sliding my cock back and forth against the expanse of nylon as it pulsated with ejaculation. To my surprise she turned around and got on her knees again, engulfing my sperm coated cock between those big lips! Some of the sperm escaped her lips and ran down her chin. I stroked her shoulders and neck as she sucked out the last drop, with my legs shaking from the intensity. On her rear I gazed at the thoroughly coated panties, cum running down the taught material from the high waistband to the legbands and crotch.

Cherie stood up and hugged me tight, then tried to kiss me. I wouldn’t let her but she pressed her lips against mine anyway and told me that if she sucked me like that the least I could do is kiss her for it. After all, she tasted her own pussy juice, I should be able to taste my own sperm. I didn’t see it the same and wiped off my lips; strange girl.

After hugging for a long while we separated to get cleaned up. We re-adjourned in the living room with me in a satin robe, babydoll still on, and her in a full length satin nightgown with ruffles at the neckline. We talked for a long time about my cross-dressing in nightgowns and panties, what we meant to each other and where we were going. Cherie was fine with my cross-dressing, and we both agreed that if Tammy found out about us it would kill Cherie and her. We agreed to keep the relationship friendly, but maybe sexual sometimes when Cherie got horny. She did several more times, with each time being as sexy as the first. I lamented her leaving after a long stay, but she came back several more times over a few years. Each time we engaged in sexual pleasure together, although not often enough for my taste! It would be a long while before I met another that was as understanding and sexy as her.

PantyPeter

To see what Cherie looked like, go to the Amateur Panties section and look at the pictures from DRS Adult Treasures. That woman looks just like Cherie, hair and all, except that Cherie's tits were bigger! Amazing resemblence, but Cherie's face was just a tad rounder.