I’ve been married about a year now and I just love my
wife Amanda. I married her because she wore the sexiest
panties I have ever seen a women wear.
But I tried not to tell my young bride just why I
married her. Sure she has a killer body but her sheer
panties just drove me nuts! I just couldn’t keep myself
out of her panty drawer or the hamper.
One day as I went into the bathroom I opened the hamper
to see her sheer red panties from the day before
staring up at me. I grabbed them and sniffed her
essence.
Next thing I knew I had a ranging hard-on and I had put
her panties on my head so I could lick her sweet dried
juices from the sheer fabric that was my wife’s panty.
I pulled my stiff cock out of my pants and started to
jack off as I licked her panties on my head. I was in
heaven as I lapped at the sheer fabric my wife wears
between her legs and covers her hot pussy and ass.
I was so wrapped up in my jack-off session that I
didn’t notice the door to the bathroom open.
“So that’s why my panties are always so wet when I do
the laundry,” my wife said as I froze, my cock
stiffening even more at my situation of being caught.
“You’re a pantyboy, a pantyboy,” she said mockingly,
“why didn’t you tell me sooner?”
“I, uh I, well, there was a, a time when I ah… I
wanted to and…”
“Oh shut up you little pantyboy and let me see you jack
that little cock off,” my wife commanded.
“But, I’m just… playing around and… ah…”
“Shut up pantyboy and finish what you’re doing,” my
wife told me, “jack off with my panties on your head
pantyboy.”
I continued to jack my cock in front of my wife with
her panties over my head as she disrobed until she
stood before me in her bra and panties. I was so close
to blowing my load I was in a completely altered state.
I never thought my wife would call me a pantyboy, but I
loved it all the same.
There I was with her sheer panties over my head,
licking her pussy juices from her day old panty as she
commanded me to continue and to jack off for her
delight.
“Here pantyboy,” she finally said as my wife pulled the
panties on my head to on side and pushed her crotch
covered panty into my mouth.
“Lick my panties pantyboy, that’s it lick my panties
and suck all my juices from my panties,” she said, “why
didn’t you tell me before you were a pantyboy?”
“Well, from now on,” she continued, “You’ll be sucking
my pussy and my panties all the time pantyboy,” she
groaned as my wife closed in on an orgasm.
“Oh yes pantyboy, oh my god pantyboy, lick my panties
you panty licker,” as my wife came in my mouth and I
licked her until she shuddered.
I, for maybe the first time in my life, was in panty
heaven. I was my wife’s pantyboy and she was calling me
pantyboy. As I lapped at her panties pulled to the side
of her pussy I felt so at ease and in a place of
comfort.
I was now known as a pantyboy to my wife and prior to
this experience I had no idea of how to tell her I
wanted to be her slave and her pantyboy. Or her panty
slave which is what I really wanted to be.
Thank God she caught me. But how did she know to call
me pantyboy?