As I was driving home from the meeting, I thought about the important club members I'd met. There was the honorable mayor of San Francisco, Justin Roberts, and the renowned opera tenor, Mario Sunseri, as well as the president of the San Francisco Ballet Company, Constantine Chekov. I'd met university presidents, and the leaders of the local bar and medical associations. There were politicians who served in the California state legislature, and numerous business executives, along with famous men in the entertainment industry.
I couldn't wait to get home and share this news with Bridgette. As I put my key into our front door and opened it, I heard women's voices coming from the den, which took me by surprise, as Bridgette said she'd planned on spending a quiet evening alone, reading a romance novel she was enjoying. I tiptoed towards the door and listened.
I heard a slapping sound, and then Bridgette's voice crying out in distress, "I know I've been a naughty little girl Mommy, but please don't spank me again. Please, Mommy!"
The other voice belonged to Melanie Johnson. "You haven't learned your lesson, Charlotte. I told you not to wear that school uniform skirt again. It's much too short, and whenever you bend over the least little bit, the boys can see your underwear. It's disgraceful, and I will not stand for it. It makes you look like a tart!"
I heard three more slapping sounds, and the last slap was much louder than the first two.
My fiancé yelled out, "Ouch, that hurt you bitch! Take it easy for Christ's sake. This is supposed to be pretend spanking, remember?"
Melanie giggled, "Oops, sorry Bridge. I guess I got carried away. It's so much fun spanking your nice plump ass. Let me make it up to you."
I could hear them moving about on the leather couch. After a few seconds I stepped closer to the doorway, so I could hear them. There were humming and purring sounds, as well as a few "ooh's" and "ah's" and lip smacking, kissing sounds.
I heard my Bridgette's voice, "Ok, I forgive you, but please be gentle Mel. I don't care for pain. I'm not like your dirt bag ex husband. He's such a scumbag!"
Her girlfriend giggled, "Well, he definitely is a little prick, but he definitely doesn't have a little prick. On the contrary, it's really quite impressive."
"Whatever Mel, he doesn't deserve you, and if I ever run into him in public, I'm going to let him know what a worthless piece of shit he is. Fuck yeah, I'll bust his balls!"
Both women began to laugh. I decided this would be an opportune time for me make my entrance. I took a few steps back towards the front door.
"Hi Bridgette, I'm home."
I heard them whispering, and shushing each other. After a brief pause, Bridgette answered me, "We're in the den, honey. Come join us."
I walked through the entrance with a friendly smile on my face, but when I saw them, that smile disappeared quickly. They were sitting next to each other on the couch, and they were holding hands, and grinning back at me. Their lipstick was smeared. Bridgette's skirt was pulled up to mid thigh and her white cotton panties were down around her knees!
"Oh, hello. What's going on?"
They looked at each other and started laughing uncontrollably. After a few seconds my fiancé regained her composure, "We're playing, Joey."
I wasn't sure what was going on. "That's nice dear, but what are you playing?"
Melanie answered for her, "We're acting out our fantasies, Joey. We read naughty stories on the Internet to get us in the mood. This gives us ideas for a fantasy, and then we act out the scene. At first it's very silly and we giggle a lot. We like going through the tickling phases as well, but after a bit it gets very serious, and we really get into it. Its so exciting, Joey! Women like fantasies to be shocking. We can do and say anything we want in our fantasy, and it never disappoints, unlike real life. Actually, our fantasies are so intense and exciting, they're almost ecstatic!"
This seemed fascinating to me, but I realized I was intruding. I searched for an excuse to leave them alone, to have their fun.
I looked at Bridgette, "I'll give you some privacy, sweetheart. I'm going to take a shower and get ready for bed."
I nodded at Melanie and turned toward the stairs.
Bridgette blurted out, "Wait Joey, you don't have to go. How was your meeting? Why don't you sit here on the couch next to us, and tell us all about it?"
Melanie chimed in, "Yeah Joey, we want to hear what happened to you. Please don't go yet. I've never been to a Panty Club meeting."
I looked at their warm smiles, and they seemed to sincerely want me to stay. Melanie scooted over on the couch and patted the spot between her and Bridgette, and I sat down between these two lovely young ladies. I was feeling very special, and a little giddy from all their attention. What had I done to deserve this?
There was a full bottle of white wine on the coffee table and Bridgette filled two wine glasses. She offered one to me, and the other to Melanie. I took a big gulp and handed my glass to Bridgette, who finished the rest in one swallow.
"So tell us about it, darling."
I took a deep breath and began telling them about my very first Gentlemen's Panty Club meeting. I mentioned the very friendly greeting the club president, Norma Roberts, gave me, and how she had asked my to stand up and introduce myself to the club members. I briefly touched on the business items on the agenda. Then I relayed in detail the story the guest speaker, Archbishop Charles Dodson, told, which centered on how he discovered his attraction for wearing women's underwear.
Bridgette and Melanie paid close attention, and I could see that my words excited them. They seemed enthralled when I told them about Charles as a young priest, just starting his career, and how he was wracked with guilt about constantly having "unclean thoughts" and "continually spilling his seed," but the parish housekeeper, Mrs. Madison, had rescued him from his guilt by offering to hear his confession.
Her method of hearing confession was somewhat unorthodox. When he confessed his sins to Mrs. Madison he was naked. She'd explained that he would feel less inhibited this way.
He told her many things that he considered shameful and unworthy of a Catholic priest. While he confessed, he sat in her lap, suckling her huge nipple while she touched herself "down there." To calm his nerves, she rubbed his cock while he told her his most serious sin, and spilled his seed in her hand.
Afterwards she assigned him a traditional penance of prayers he needed to say, but she also instructed him to pull her wet panties off of her, and wear them for one week! Seven days later he would return those panties to her, clean and fresh. At that time she would hear his next confession, and if he gave a good effort, she would give him another pair of her used underwear to wear.
That was the day he discovered his lovely fetish, for wearing pretty women's panties. He whole-heartedly accepted it, and stated he would never wear boring men's underwear ever again!
When I was done with the archbishop's tale, I started to tell them of my private meeting with Norma, how she had me model my special outfit that Bridgette and Melanie had helped me pick out at Victoria's Secret, and how she complemented me on how nice I looked, with my hard cock plainly visible through the sheer silky material. I also told them about Norma rubbing my penis to make it big before she introduced me to the club members.
When I concluded my tale, I was excited, and there was a visible bulge in my suit trousers. Bridgette was first to notice this, "Well Joey. It sounds like you had a wonderful time, and it was very exciting for you. At least that's what your penis is indicating right now."
She looked over at Melanie and winked, "He has a hard on."
Melanie looked at my crotch and giggled, "Joey, why don't you take your suit off and get comfortable?"
Then both women reached in and began rubbing my bulge with their palms. It didn't take long for me to become fully erect.
I arose from my seat on the couch and stood in front of them. Quite casually I undressed for them, giving them a show and letting them admire me. I draped my business suit over a straight back chair in the corner. Then I stood in front of them in my white lingerie, waiting for them to say something. Their eyes were wide and focused intently on my rock hard cock.
Bridgette looked me in the eye and smiled, "You are a beautiful panty girl, Joey."
Melanie chimed in, "Yes indeed, you're a very pretty girly, Joey. It's so exciting to see you like this! Would you play with us?"
I was feeling light headed as I took my place on the couch between them, as this was so exciting for me. I wanted to be girly with them!
"I would like that very much. What do I do?"
"Well, before you came in we were reading a story about a woman whose husband is her cuckold. We were going to play with that theme. You can be our cuckold."
