“Just what the hell do you think you’re doing?” she blurted out. Here I was caught in the act, without anything close to an excuse. She stood in the doorway with that stone faced expression of hers that let me know I was in major trouble. There was no explaining away the facts that I was lying on the bed with a pair of dark pink nylon panties on, not only looking at pornography but writing it too! What was there to explain? How could I even begin to explain? I’m sure my six-inch hard-on pressed against the thin material of the panties and the telltale precum spots were a dead giveaway. “Well, I’m waiting young man…” her voice trailed off. I didn’t even venture to give her an explanation, as if anything I said would make the situation any better. I just laid there staring up at her, waiting for her next move. It seemed as though an eternity was passing by. I slowly turned over onto by back, hoping my hard-on would give her an inkling of an idea. And it did! “So wearing women’s panties turns you on huh? Let’s see what we can do about that, shall we?” she asked. With that she reached down and began stroking my erection through the panties. The wet spot grew bigger. I was so embarrassed I couldn’t even make eye contact with her. With her free hand she pushed the pictures off the bed and sat down next to me, all the while fondling my cock, never once letting go. Without looking at her directly I could see she had on a white blouse, that I could very well see her lace bra though. For those interested, 34B to be exact. She had the most perfect, pert, little boobs that you ever wanted to see (they were one reason why I married her). Along with that she had on a navy blue wool midi skirt, with tan or nude pantyhose. Sorry, I’m not a connoisseur of colors. She stands about five foot three but she looks a lot taller when you’re lying down on the bed. Her reddish brown hair frames her face beautifully. In fact one of my favorite things to do is brush her hair from her eyes when she has her head in my lap. Speaking of laps…her fingers continued stroking my cock while her other hand now maneuvered between my legs and began alternating between squeezing and rubbing my balls. “So, you like this, don’t you my little panty boy?” she continued to harass me. All I could do was nod my head. Ankara escort God, wanted to cum so bad, just to show her how much I enjoyed it. I think she liked it too, judging by the way her hands were speeding up. I looked down at myself and the dribbles of precum were actually pooling on the top of my cock, soaking through the panties. My balls began to tighten and I knew it wouldn’t be much longer before I had my release. Faster her thumb and fingers stroked me. “Are you gonna cum?” she asked rather tauntingly. My breathing was ragged and all I could do was squint and nod yes. “No you’re not…not yet! You’re going to wait for me!” and with that she let go of my cock. I watched as she stood up and slowly unbuttoned her blouse. She pulled it from her skirt and threw it on the chair next to the bed. I attempted to reach down to stroke myself, but she caught me and slapped my hand away. “You’re going to wait for ME!” she reiterated. She reached behind her and unzipped her skirt, letting it fall from her shapely legs down on to the floor. She stood there posing, and I’m not sure if it was for my benefit or hers. Finally, she reached around and unsnapped her bra, those wonderful tits of hers fell free. Trust me, she didn’t need a bra (they stood firm and high on their own). Meanwhile the precum was still oozing from the head of my cock, making a rather large dark red ring in the panties. Finally she sat back down on the bed. I started to lean over to suckle a tit into my mouth, when she turned and snapped, “Lie back!!! I’m not done with you yet!” I did as I was told, not willing to upset her any more than she already was. I watched rather intently as her hand unconsciously wandered to her crotch and gave it a few rubs. “So, you like the feel of panties huh?” she asked again. And once again I responded by nodding yes. “Well then…how about if we play a little game? By my rules of course” she finished. Once again she reached down to my cock. I think she just wanted to make sure I was still hard (which I was), either that or she just enjoyed watching the precum seep thru the material. She started her soft stroking again, but this time her free hand was between her legs. She turned towards me so I had a clear view of her pantyhose/panty-covered Balgat escort bayan crotch. I watched, as her forefinger would push the seams up into the cleft of her pussy. She was very adept at keeping the rhythm of both hands working in unison. It didn’t take long before I could feel my orgasm approaching again, and seeing how we’ve been married for five years, she knew what the telltale signs were. Her thumb and fingers moved faster and for a brief second I actually thought she was going to let me cum. No such luck, as quickly as she started was as quickly as she stopped. “I said you are going to wait for me!” she reminded me…again. And with that she took her forefinger and rubbed the precum all around the head of my now throbbing cock. That in it self felt wonderful, bringing more of the clear lubricant to the surface. After a few seconds of amusing herself with that little task she climbed up on to the bed, crawling up to me on her hands and knees. I thought she was coming up to kiss me, but just as quickly she turned around. Placing a knee on each side of head, I was soon staring directly up into the vee between her legs. Now thru the sheerness of the pantyhose I could clearly see a wet spot in the crotch of her panties from where she was rubbing herself earlier. I could actually smell the faint aroma of her pussy. “Want a taste?” she asked rather teasingly. I lifted my head and just as I began to take a swipe at her, she raised her hips and pulled away. She laughed aloud and reminded me that these were “her rules”. Again she lowered her pussy towards me, but this time I waited patiently for the nylon material to lower snugly onto my face. After she settled in, I lapped lightly at the crease before me, hoping to get at least a taste of her delicious cunt. She moved her hips in a circular motion, apparently trying to get in to some sort of rhythm. Finally there was faint trace of her wetness as she continued to rub roughly against my anxious mouth. Her hand returned to my swollen member, which was now aching for release (any girl who believes there’s no such thing as blue balls should ask any guy about it…we’ve all had it at one time or another…trust me). I licked harder at my wife’s cunt, trying to force my tongue up into Escort Batıkent her slit. The wetness grew, from both of us. I severely doubted that I’d be able to get her to orgasm this way, but that still didn’t curtail the fact that I could. And if she wasn’t careful, it’d be rather soon too. I kind of let out a gasp, and again she stopped everything abruptly. She moved away from my face and again sat on the edge of the bed. I watched as she stood up and began rolling the pantyhose down her shapely ass/legs. I could feel the throb of my cock as the head of it strained against the thin nylon material. Squeezing my legs together tightly seemed to make it stand out that much more, as my balls, aching for release, found some semblance of relief. Without her knowledge, I continued my squeeze and release method of masturbation, with each squeeze pushing the head of my cock in to the slickness of the panties. Just as I was getting in to a regular rhythm, she moved back up on to the bed. Without saying a word she straddled my chest. I couldn’t help but look down at her splayed white pantied crotch spread apart right before me. There was a definite wet spot, and I’m absolutely certain that it wasn’t all caused by me. I laid there, arms pinned at my sides by her knees. She began to laugh. I looked up to see this devilish grin on her face, wondering what other devious ideas she had in mind. She reached down and pulled the panties away from her well trimmed, close cropped pussy. “Look…I’m almost as wet as you” she laughed again. I looked down and her pink pussy shone through her wet, matted pubic hair, labia slightly spread apart, sharing with me the fact that she was saturated. Again she ran her forefinger up and into her seam, withdrawing it, only to see it glimmer in the afternoon light. “Taste” she said, as she put her finger in my mouth. Yes, it was delectable as I remembered. Once again she lowered her fingers to her crotch. This time she spread the lips apart, so that I was practically looking up inside of her. “Mmmmmmmm” she moaned aloud. She then snaked the same two fingers up inside her wet, sloppy cunt. I watched as they disappeared slowly all the way till she could get no more inside of her. And at the same speed, she very slowly, very teasingly withdrew them. “Enough of that,” she whispered, as she covered her pussy back up “back to the task at hand”. She scooted up the bed and again ordered me to lick the crotch of her panties, which by the way, I willingly did. I continued my squeeze and release method on my balls, hoping to find some resolve with that.