Retail Therapy

It began, as many of these stories do, with a pair of panties. I love lingerie as much as the next girl, but never overly indulge, as money was a little tight. My new husband Alexander and I had finally settled into our post-college lives and were reasonably well off, but had a plan to pay off college and house debts that left us on a budget. Alexander loved the items I did have- a babydoll here, some satin bras and fully lacy underwear. One pair in particular always got his attention: a pair of fully lacy boyshorts, white as snow and fully covering my ass and shaved vagina. He loved those panties, and even requested me to leave them on one night during sex. We're a pretty experimental couple, so I agreed. However, what came out of his fascination was something I couldn't control.

It was late on a Thursday night when I came home from work. It was a pretty typical day to barely see one another, and our sex life was pretty much limited to the weekends. Alexander was in the process of making his own business and was still working out his apprenticeship, while I worked full time at a photography studio downtown. I came in the door quietly, hoping I wouldn't wake him, and snuck upstairs. What was in front of me I never will forget. Alex stood in front of the mirror wearing only my white lace panties, stroking his cock through the fabric. I hid so that he couldn't see me but I could see him. His feet were firmly planted and his mouth was an 'o' of bliss as he stroked his shaft. My brain went in a million directions, going from Tim Curry in "The Rocky Horror Picture Show" to my mild teenage porn phase as I watched my husband. And wonder of all wonders, I felt that familiar urge as I watched. For the firs time since I'd been married, my fingers unzipped my dress pants and worked themselves into my panties. As he tugged at his long shaft, my fingers went to my clit. It was incredibly erotic to see a full grown man in something so feminine. I was amazed at how wet I was without any foreplay.