Hello everyone, Tonya here to tell my part of this tale of debauchery.
Please allow me a few minutes to get everyone caught up....
This tale started when Lanie, my husband's sister dropped a cryptic hint at lunch one day about my husband possibly having a "thing" for my dirty panties. She wasn't able to go into any detail when she told me, as her mother and yes you guessed it, my mother in law was coming back from a bathroom break.
I was surprised, when she said it and I thought it was a little weird and gross, but I was more intrigued than angry about it. I defiantly wanted to know more about it.
Unfortunately, Lanie didn't give me any real answers after Sharon (her mom, my mother in law) left.
All she would tell me was that she'd caught Chris masturbating while sniffing a pair of her underwear one day. Lanie being Lanie said she didn't have a problem with it and that she'd even loaned him pairs from time to time.
While I was shocked by what Lanie told me, I wasn't at the freaking out, wanting to leave my husband stage. I was well aware that everybody has one or more kinks that get them off...I have/had a few myself, that you'll probably be hearing about later. The biggest problem I had about it was that he'd never told me about it.
How someone could get off on sniffing a pair of used panties did kind of boggle my mind. Growing up I was a soccer player. I was good enough for a scholarship to the college that Chris and I went to and played all four years. I had a roommate who was also on the team, so the scent of sweaty, grungy clothing lying around the bathroom is something I am very familiar with.
Someone wanting to sniff the same panties I'd just peeled away from my sweaty crotch as they whacked off just didn't compute in my brain.
Couple that with I am or I guess was, really straight. No interest in having sex with another girl what so ever.
Now as I said, everyone has their kinks, my two, absolute knee bucklers, are being naked and anything to do with masturbation.
The being naked part is pretty straight forward. Any chance I get, my clothes are coming off.
I know that, on the surface just makes me a nudist, but the difference for me is it's totally a sexual thing. Yes I feel more comfortable naked, but when I hear the old chant of "Nudism isn't sexual" I always want to retort; "Oh yeah, well tell that to my pussy!"
I also love being naked around people. If I'm near a pool or lake and someone mentions skinny dipping, I'm usually the first one naked. When I'm in the locker room, I'm the last one to get dressed.
Back in college it was always a thrill to be standing around a bunch of clothed girls, totally nude while they'd already gotten dressed and were ready to go.
An even bigger thrill was someone walking in on me or catching me naked.
The first time I got caught by someone who wasn't family, was right after high school graduation.
I had taken to sunbathing totally naked by the pool. At that point, I'd been caught, on separate occasions by both of my parents. Both times, I'd fallen asleep and they'd found me.
It happened with Mom first. She was cool about it. All she told me was to make sure Dad didn't catch me like that, before going back inside.
Even though it was just my mother, being caught gave my pussy that certain tingle that could only be quelled by putting my hand between my legs and rubbing my hard little clit until I came.
'Yeah that's what you need," my inner voice told me. 'Mom catching you naked, jilling by the pool.'
Soon it became nagging thoughts.
I could probably get away with it.
Of course if Mom came back outside, she'd see me rubbing away.
That would be kind of a turn on.
But it's your Mother, you dizzy twat.
I know, but it would be totally hot.
I don't care! I'm going to do it.
Before I could chicken out, I brought my feet up until my soles were touching, spread my knees wide and slid my middle finger deep inside my...how was it put earlier?...ginger fringed pussy.
Finger fucking myself, outside, legs spread, facing the back door to our house where if my mother came out, there would be no mistaking what I was doing, was the biggest turn on I'd ever experienced.
I closed my eyes and lost myself in that fantasy as my fingers found my swollen clit. I pictured her walking out, seeing my hand between my legs, rubbing myself. Me not noticing or hearing her approach, until I finally open my eyes and see her standing in front of me. Making eye contact with her, my pussy clenching and throbbing as my climax rippled through my body.
My real life orgasm timed itself perfectly with my fantasy one.
Risky masturbation felt really good, so good I continued to rub my tingling clit until I came a second time.
I'd been on my stomach when my father caught me.
"Tonya, are you asleep?" Dad's voice pulled me from dreamland.
From where his voice came from, I could tell he was right behind me, looking at my naked bum.
I wanted...No needed to show him more.
"Um yeah," I mumbled, raising my hips, downward dog style, in an awkward way of getting up. "Sorry I lost track of time, I'll put something on."
Once again I felt that tingle between my legs, knowing my father was staring directly at my pussy and, I guess we'll say, ginger fringed butt hole.
"No need, I'm going back inside," he told me. "I don't mind you sunning nude. Just make sure the neighbors don't catch you."
Still face down, my fingers were a blur between my legs, teasing and rubbing my clit to two more wonderful orgasms, as soon as I heard the back door closed.
Later that night, I jilled off another two times to the sounds of the bed creaking and my parents moaning as they went at it like teenagers.
I'm not sure if my parents enjoyed, were ambivalent about it or just tolerated my new found love for showing off, but after Dad caught me I found myself worrying less about making sure I was covered up.
My around the house evening wear had always been an oversize tee shirt and a pair of cotton, butt covering bikini panties. I still wore those, but some evenings I would mix it up and go with a thong or nothing under the shirt at all.
While I didn't brazenly sit around with the hem of the shirt up around my belly and legs spread, I'm sure, both Mom and Dad saw more of me than I probably should have been showing. Or they should have been seeing.
I also got a little lax about putting on a robe or wrapping myself in a towel as I went from the bathroom back to my bedroom after showering. Or pulling the 'Oh I didn't realize you were still home' trick going to the kitchen naked in the mornings.
Judging from the sounds coming from their bedroom almost nightly, I have a feeling they enjoyed it, but it would have been crass to ask them.
My first time getting caught by someone other than Mom or Dad happened not too long after Dad found me lounging by the pool naked.
One afternoon, I was...well lounging by the pool naked, I was zoning out, half asleep and heard.
"Oh shit! I'm sorry, I'll come back later."
"Jerry?" I asked as I came out of my napping fog.
I'd totally forgotten about our pool service. He must have had us scheduled while I was at soccer practice.
"Tonya?" he exclaimed.
I wasn't sure about this situation. I loved that I'd been caught by someone but Jerry was a former high school classmate.
He was the shy guy, I was the skinny redhead who only seemed to have time for school and soccer so we'd never hung out together, I guess you'd say we were friendly but not really friends.
The part of my brain that controlled common sense wanted me to cover up. But the part of my brain that LOVED being seen naked wanted me to stay that way.
Guess which part of my brain won.
"How have you been?" I asked as matter of factly as I could given my decision to stay naked.
"You're naked," he exclaimed.
"And you're staring," I told him.
"Sorry," he replied, looking away. "Do you want me to come back later?"
"It's okay if you look," I told him. "I like being naked and as long as it's look but don't touch, I don't mind if you stare."
Now I've told this story to people over the years, just the part about being caught naked by the pool guy, not the part about flashing my butt, pussy and tits to my parents. "Oh my God, you could have been raped! I the usual response I get at this point in that story.
My response to that has always been, he was a nice guy. Had he been a piece of shit rapey type of guy, it wouldn't have mattered if I was naked, wearing a bathing suit or a snow suit, he would have tried to anyway. I always emphasize "try". I was a wiry beast back in the day, I'm pretty sure if he tried anything, and if I couldn't take him down, I would have at least made him re-think his course of action.
