Showing the world my panties

My exwife loved sissy sex. Well, so did I. So do I. Normally, she would lay out the lingerie she wanted me to wear and then wait for me to dress and set up the camcorder. After we had sex and I came inside her, she would order me to beat off and cum again, this time into my panties. This took a little while, since i had just shot the first load into her. She'd talk dirty, telling me to show the camera how much I like dressing like a gurly slut. Often, I'd get sore, but she would make me continue to play with my pantied cock until I make my panties sticky with a second or even a third load of sissy cream.

Most of the time, after we turned off the cam and the lights, we go to sleep for the night. But a few times, she waited until the wee hours, then woke me. These times, she would order me to pull up my panties and get out of bed. Of course, I would still be quite sleepy. She'd make me turn off all of the lights in the house and open the blinds in the front window. Then, she started getting really pushy. She ordered me to stand there and beat off again. She'd stay in the shadows, saying perverted things and giving orders ("you are such a sissy husband. I love watching you show the world that you are a panty-wearing slut", "show the neighbors what a sissy you are", "my god, you have a boner in your panties", "put your hand in your panties and fill them with your sissy sperm", "how does all that dried sperm feel in your panties?", "bet you like another pantied cock in your mouth", "faster, my little panty boy", "come on, show me how much you love fucking your lacy panties", on and on...). Simultaneously, it was incredibly arousing and a major source of embarassment. But my ex sure knew how to make me hard, especially when she repeatedly used that delicious word ---- panties.

The lights were out, but a nearby street light was sufficiently bright to make me visible if anyone walked by on the sidewalk and looked in my direction. There I was, in ruffled, lacy lingerie (usually black briefs, matching bra, garter belt, and lace top black nylons), playing with my nylon-encased cock and lace-covered tits. At least once, a neighbor lady did stroll by with her dog and looked in my direction. I nearly died but my ex wouldn't let me step back or stop masturbating. I never did find out if the dog walker saw anything. But, every time I saw her, I wondered if she knew how much I liked wearing girly lingerie. For all I knew, the entire neighborhood knew that I loved ruffles and lace.

Eventually I would do as my ex ordered and cum in my panties. Every time we did this, by the time I had my final orgasm, I was sore. And sticky. And incredibly aroused. It was amazing, memorable sex. I do not miss my ex (she was not a nice person), but I sure miss the sissy sex with her.

Next time, I should tell you about the one time that she had us experiment with cuckolding.