First let me say that I absolutely love my husband. I'm his 3rd wife and he's my 2nd husband. It took a while but we finally found each other.
Johnnie writes under the pseudonym eviltwin and believe me, I've read some of his works, if you want call them that. But his under lying themes deal mostly with a male losing by force or by choice his masculinity. Knowing Johnnie I also know where those ideas come from.
You see, my hubby really does suck cocks and wear panties. I know. I started the ball rolling. This is how it happened.
Johnnie is a good man. He's honest and generous. My husband respects women and has never made me feel inferior in any way. He earns a 6 figure salary and along with my earnings we live a comfortable life.
Our comfortable life includes inviting an occasional and suitable person into our bed. We both enjoy a healthy sex life and if others judge us by our associations then so be it. I'm here to let Johnnie's readers understand the motivation behind the subject matter of most of his stories.
My husband, fiancé at the time, would lay me on my back with my legs spread and lick my pussy through the material of my panties. He'd lick under the edges and suck me through the gusset. Finally he take them off me and we'd have intercourse. Over time his attention to my underwear with me in them became longer and more passionate. Then came the time he would just push them aside a little and stick his dick in me and fuck me while I still had them on. It was not the most comfortable way but I indulged him.
Once his fascination with my panties became clear to me we had a discussion. He was at first uncomfortable talking about his little harmless fetish. You have to understand Johnnie to understand that. At work he is responsible for 30 to 45 people depending on the current project. He makes decisions all day that affect people's lives and the project's success or failure. It's stressful and it wears on him at times. When he comes home he likes to leave all that behind him.
So it became natural for my husband to leave the decisions that impact our lives together to me. The more he saw that I had both our interests at heart the more acceptable he became to doing what I wanted. No, he didn't go wimp. He just trusted me with our happiness.
So one morning over coffee we discussed his panty fetish. I asked him about it and he told me that he thought panties were special. To quote him and he did put it so nicely, "it's like the last bit of wrapping over a Christmas present. You just want that moment to last."
What girl wouldn't love hearing that?
I kissed his face and asked if he had a favorite pair or color. His favs were my red bikini panties. His second favorites, which I didn't ask him about but he volunteered, are my leopard prints. Johnnie went on to list the rest and I let him talk. I took psychology in college and know that the more you let someone talk uninterrupted the more you can learn.
When I asked him why, he didn't have an answer. I could tell he was embarrassed but I wanted to probe a bit further.
I asked him to wait a minute and went to my drawer and brought back the red, the black and the leopard panties. Spreading them out on the table I could see my husband get a bit flushed.
I stood behind his chair and rubbed my breasts on his back and neck when I reached over him to bring my panty collection in front of him.
I picked up the black pair and held them up to his face. I could feel the heat from his embarrassment. His breathing became shallow and a little fast.
I held the leopard panties up and asked him if he'd like to kiss them. He turned to me and, "what are you trying to say Cin?"
I told him I was experimenting and go along with me.
He took my hands and brought the panty to his face and kissed them. Then he asked if I was happy.
I told him that this wasn't about me being happy. This thing we were doing was about him being happy.
I opened my robe so he could feel my naked boobs on him. Then I picked up the red pair and held them to his face. Without me asking, he just kissed them and held them against his face for a few seconds before becoming aware of what he was doing.
I reached for his dick knowing it was going to be hard.
I had him turn his chair and pulled his dick out of his boxers. I knelt down and began playing with him. I teased him before using my tongue on the shaft. Looking up I could see he still had the red panties in his hand. At the same time I took him into my mouth I pushed his hand with the panties in them up to his face.
I blew him and he held my panties to his face and mouth.
When Johnnie came, I held him in my mouth until he was soft. Then I took my red panties from his hands and used them to dry his dick.
When he caught his breath and felt the panties on his balls he told me that it felt nice.
Ladies, when the realization explodes in your brain I suggest you run with it.
I knew what the next step would be and planned it over and over trying to figure the best way to approach it.
I didn't try to trick him. Johnnie is smart. He'd have figured me out within seconds had I tried to use subterfuge. I mean this is a guy who does the Sunday crossword with a pen and finishes them in 20 minutes.
Instead of forcing the issue I waited until we had time and the mood was right. We smoked a joint and were drinking wine when I asked him to do me a favor. I left the room and came back with my red panties. "Put these on for me."
His first reaction was what I expected. His "no way", fell on deaf ears. It's exactly what I knew he'd say.
It took 10 minutes of convincing and reassuring my husband that no one would know, and it's only us for him to give in.
His dick was hard as a rock even before he pulled them up his legs. Once he had disrobed there was no hesitation. He stepped into them and pulled right on up. They were tight as I guessed they would be but I made sure to compliment him.
