Whilst checking out adverts on a rival website I noticed a profile asking if anyone was willing to sell their used underwear. On further investigation, the profile belonged to an elderly married gentleman called William. It stated that his wife knew nothing about his secret collection. I was quite amused that men got any kind of gratification from an old pair of knickers.I decided to make contact and was surprised when I got an instant reply. We chatted for a while via text. He told me that he wasn’t able to have them posted because of fear of his wife discovering his secret. I agreed to meet him in person. I’d never done this kind of thing before and had no idea what to charge. Where on earth would I find the price of a used pair of knickers?Google…After a little research, I came up with a price list. It ranged from £10 a pair, right up to £100. I sent him the list but didn’t get a reply for a couple of days. I thought maybe I had set my prices too high, but it turned out that he was visiting family with his wife and had no privacy to return a message. I was very surprised to find that he had chosen the £50 deal.He told me that he could only escape the wife Şerifali Escort for about half an hour without her becoming suspicious and would need to meet somewhere local. I suggested a park nearby.Which pair to give him? Most of my underwear was in sets because my husband insisted I always wear matching. I found a pink bra that was getting a bit tatty, which meant that the knickers would be no further use.The price would include a few photos of me wearing the knickers, as proof. I had read that some women buy multiple pairs and just post them out without them even coming into contact with their skin, in order to maximize profits. I wanted to offer a more personalised service. My husband took a few photos of me wearing the pink knickers, which we sent to him in good faith. He was over the moon with his potential purchase and couldn’t wait to collect in person. The price also included a little video which would be sent after collection.It was supposed to be a thirty-second video of me wearing the knickers, taken from different angles. It turned out to be a twenty-minute video of me masturbating with my nine-inch Jessica rabbit and Şerifali Escort Bayan panting out the words, “Fuck me, William, fuck me” as I came. We managed to edit it down to just over three minutes.I kept the knickers on, as agreed…The following day was bright and sunny. I decided to wear a short summer dress and sandals. The dress had an elasticated body, which although it didn’t give me a firm hold of my breasts, it at least compressed them enough to stay in place, unless I did something stupid like try to run. The park was a short walk from my house. My husband followed a few hundred metres behind for my safety and his voyeurism. We agreed to meet at the wishing well. I got there early and took a seat on a bench nearby. My husband passed me and stopped at a bench on the other side of the boating pond. The meeting time came and went. I was about to give up on him, when I heard someone softly say my name. I turned to find a grey-haired gentleman wearing a shirt and tie.”Yes,” I replied. “Are you William?”He seemed keen to thrust the money straight at me. I was a little embarrassed to take it and looked around first to Escort Şerifali see if anyone other than my husband was watching. I took the money, and without counting it, shoved it into the case of my mobile phone. He sat next to me and began to tell me how my photos didn’t do me justice. All I could think about was giving him the underwear and leaving as quickly as possible. He began telling me how his wife shows no interest in him sexually and how I’m a ‘godsend.’We were too exposed for me to remove my knickers there, so I invited him to the long pavilion just behind us. I wanted to get this done as soon as possible. I took a deep breath lifted my dress and quickly pulled down my knickers. I scooped them up off the floor and handed them to him. I expected him to discreetly put them in his pocket, but instead, he held them to his nose and took a deep intake of breath. I didn’t feel like I could just leave, so stood watching for a minute or so. He pulled the knickers away from his face and straightened them out to find the gusset.I thought he was going to smell them again, but instead, he actually licked them, before putting them in his trouser pocket. He asked if he could see where they had come from. I didn’t understand at first, but as he looked down I got his meaning. I suppose I was a bit quick taking them off and he had paid the extra to see. I stepped back slightly then lifted my dress. He looked for about ten seconds and just said, “Wonderful.”