Vickie gets fucked, me wearing her panties
Now when I got home from work, I called out for my wife. This day would turn out to be different than any other in my past.
"I"m just getting changed," Vickie shouted from upstairs.
I went upstairs to our bedroom. I was greeted with the sight of Vickie standing in front of the bedroom mirror, wearing just a pair of delicate white lacey undies. Going up behind Vickie, I kissed her neck as she stood looking into her mirror, holding her hands over her chest.
"God, you look great," I told her as I kissed her neck and reached around and cupped her bra-covered tits, replacing her hands with mine. I love the feel of the lace trim on her white 36-C bra, as it felt so sexy to me.
"You are being very naughty," Vickie giggled as I pinched her nipples through the fabric.
I turned Vickie around and kissed her passionately as I pushed my front against her, feeling my hard cock through my pants. All this playing has me hot and bothered.
"Mmmmm, horny? I can feel you against me," and Vickie gently rubbed my cock, undoing my zipper, pulling it free.
"Why aren't you wearing any underwear!" Vickie asked, knowing something was up by its absence.
I laughed, making up some dumb excuse, "Ahhh, it is for ease of access?" How lame was that?
Vickie was at this point gently wanked my cock hanging out of my fly, asking, "When you jacked-off all over my dirty panties, did you enjoy it?"
Not wanting to spoil the moment replying, "I did! Loving that silky feeling on my prick, while wanking away."
"Mmmmm, That's fucking getting me hot," Vickie replied with my dick in hand. But this was wasting time as I had promised to go with my wife shopping this afternoon.
"OK, right. We had better stop this fooling around. You promised me a shopping trip to the boutique. I think you should be wearing something under those pants of yours." Vickie was ordering me to change clothes now.
I laughed, wondering, "Like what?" [something was all about to change just then!]
Vickie went over to her underwear drawer. Rummaging through the top drawer pulling out a black pair of lacey hip-hugger panties.
"Please, Rick, put these on for me," Vickie asked politely, handing them to me.
"Are you joking, Vickie?" I asked.
"No! I am not joking, Rick. I will be turned on by knowing you have on my panties. And the silky lace will help keep your dick hard the whole time that we are out," she giggled wickedly.
"Don't be a silly puss, dear! I know that you want to wear them," Vickie teased me. "You already masturbate with them! And I find your cum stains on the crotch."
Pausing for a second, saying, "I've worn ladies undergarments before." in my confession.
Vickie stared at me with her piercing Asian eyes as she asks, "When? When have you worn those things? Where those MY things?"
"No! Not yours, I went through a phase where I fantasized about older women dressed in sexy lingerie," I started to confess.
"And?" Vickie questioned me, clearly probing for more answers to her questions that day.
"When I knew that your mother was out shopping, I would come over letting myself inside. I used my spare key, and rummage threw her undies," I continued.
"Tell me you weren't trying on my mom's undergarments!" Vickie scolded me.
"Yes, I have. Numerous pairs of Krista's large-sized girdle-panties. Maidenform C-cupped brassieres, I would try on too. Silky thigh-high stockings with garter belts, and her queen-sized pantyhose, I would squeeze my hips into." as I elaborate.
"I am truly sorry for being a bad husband by violating our trust, being a sexual pervert with your mom's undergarments. Granny Krista would be horrified if she knew about what I had done." I was remorsefully explaining my embarrassment.
I call Vickie's mother "granny Krista" because she is the grandmother to our offspring. [And she is 85-years-old] Aged, plump but loving.
Vickie's eyes light up just then, her whole face smiling at me, "Then what did you do?" Vickie quizzed me.
"I would lay out on Krista's bed, dressed in her things, gently rubbing my erect cock. Wearing her sexy undies makes me so horny for some reason. I would proceed to wank myself off until I will spill my seed on her sexy undergarments," telling her but also getting excited again.
"Oh God, my fucking husband was pleasuring himself in mom's intimate apparel things," Vickie laughed out loud.
"From time to time, her mother knew someone had been in her bedroom while she was out shopping. She asked me about that, but I never thought it would have been my husband," said Vickie. "Alright, you owe me a shopping trip. Now put my black panties on that I gave you, while I finished getting dressed."
Undoing my pants, taking them off, I sit on Vickie's bed. I sheepishly put my feet through the leg openings of the black lacey panties and pulled them up, encasing my bulging cock within. Vickie looked across at me, unhooking the back of her white bra while laughing at the whole situation before her.
"God, you look so fabulous wearing my lacey panties with that hard dick of yours," she comes over and cups my balls in her hand.
"Jeez, that hard cock of yours feels so sexy in lace," Vickie purred in my ear.
"Well, that's all play you're getting. Now get your fucking pants on, and take me to the boutique," Vickie ordered me to do so.
We finished dressing my wife in her velvet romper. And drove into the village on our big adventure. As I was driving, Vickie placed her hand on my thigh. She gave me one of those devilish smiles, telling me to pull off the highway at the next private pastoral lane we pass. I turned onto the dirt path, down a hill, and out of sight, Vickie undid the front of my pants as I came to a stop.
"That is much better, now go back to the road and drive," Vickie was keeping her plans a secret to me.
I turn the car around in the farmer's field, now exposed driving down a public highway. Vickie was rubbing my hard prick through the lacey black panties covering it. Struggling to concentrate solely on my driving, my wife pulls my horny cock entirely free of the undies in the passenger seat.
"I've always dreamed about doing this but never had the guts to talk anyone into it. This is so hot, having your bare dick out in the wind, just lightly stroking you, then stopping," Vickie tensed, only knowing what was to unfold.
How much more of this teasing could I take? She was playing with me while she was getting dressed earlier. Now she keeps me hard but has no intention of bringing me to climax, as I do not want to wreck our car. But my wife makes her next move on me, her head in my crotch, slipped my horned-up prick into her hungry mouth, proceeding to suck on the tip of my prick. Devilish Vick!
But by this time, we were approaching the village in our car, and I was conspicuous if anyone saw that Vickie was a naughty girl as I drove. Vickie was sucking, licking, and having her way with my stiff cock, then stop before I explode into her mouth. I knew if she carried on too much more, that I would NOT be long before I would be cumming with my jeez rolling down her chin.
"I do think we had better stop now," was Vick's final tease as she was only edging me to climax.
"Aaaagggg." was all I had stowed away. My saliva covered prick back into my lacey undies and closing up my pants. We were pulling into the parking lot of 'Sally's Boutique of Fine Foundations.' I park, and we enter the shop. Vickie adjusted her lipstick to look her best.
"That was so nice by making me horny too," Vickie whispered in my ear.
I laughed back at her cheekiness, "Well, we will have to wait for our orgasms now," I said, knowing we were both desperate to mutually cum together.
Once inside Sally's adorably sexy shop, Vickie headed for the department offering shape-control garments with the owner. Panty-girdles, high-waisted garter belts, and support Corselette lined the sales racks. She looked at a couple of vintage items hanging up, and Sally asked specifically about what my wife was in the market for today.
"I will need to try these on in a bit when I've finished looking," Vickie said to Sally as they both agreed on some items made in the 1930s. Vickie picks out a few shapers putting them into her shopping trolley.
Moving onto the undergarment section of the shop, Sally showed us her offerings. More racks of bras of all sizes, shapes, and vintage or new. And panties in so many colors, they were lined up like a rainbow all in a row.
"How do you fancy these cute ones in your size?" Vickie asked, holding up a pair of French black knickers.
"Mmmm, I do kinda like those," I replied softly, trying to have my private discussion with my wife overheard by Miss Sally.
Vickie puts a few more undies of various colors into her shopping trolley, on top of the foundation-wear she has already picked out. But who is she shopping for right now? Granny Krista? Herself? Or are these things just for me so that I will stay out of granny Krista's underwear drawer? As we walk around with Miss Sally, she recommends picking up some pantyhose and silk stockings for the garter belt.
"OK, I'm going to see how the items I have picked out, fit me," Vickie asked as to where the dressing room was located in the shop.
Sally pointed Vickie and me to the changing rooms, and off we headed with our cart of underwear. I lose Vickie to one of the stalls, but my phone buzzed with a text after a couple of minutes. It was my wife saying, "Come into the changing room, dear. I am waiting for you in the cubicle at the end of the row."
I looked around, and luckily the shop assistant had now left us alone and was busy helping a new customer. So I quickly went into the changing area and went down to the very last cubicle. I knocked on the door, Vickie opening it, pulling me inside the small cozy space. Vickie had undressed, changing into just wearing a pink low-cut bra and matching French knickers. Dressed like this, she was extremely horny. Immediately sticking her tongue down my throat, kissing me passionately, undoing my pants button and zipper, frantically dropping them to the floor around my feet.
"I want you just to fuck me in here, right NOW!" Vickie said breathlessly.
Vickie rubbed my hardening cock through the lacey panties that she had given to me to wear today. They clearly had the remnants of her saliva and my leaking pre-cum on the black material from all of the playing that she did to it. Leading to coming to the shop today and sucking me a bit before rolling up to park.
"Mmmm, I want to screw you too, dear. You're making these panties of yours a mess with my dick-juice running out the end," I lovingly told her just now in the cubical.
"Tell me when you're wet and ready?" I asked Vickie, plunging my hand down inside her damp panties in our stall.
Oh, yes, I felt her dampness. I yanked her panties down just enough to expose her pussy, and she pulled my hard cock out over the top of the panties that I was wearing. Vickie was holding on to my cock, and without saying anything, she looked me in the eye, rubbing it over her pussy, fumbling to locate her fuck-hole. Her eyes widened with the feeling of my cock-head, feeling her warm. Sensing her wet opening, I gently pushed my cock inside of her. We heard other folks in the changing cubicles next to us now. I was driving my cock into Vickie's pussy further and further now. Biting her lip and squeezing her arms around me. Thrusting at Vickie's wet cunt, holding on to her hips as I hold her against the wall of the cubicle.
"Oh, that feels so good having your hard dick inside of me," she whispered so that we were not overheard by others nearby.
I carried on thrusting in gentle deep strokes, "Hurry up, you need to cum NOW," Vickie was ordering me to blast her insides.
I grabbed ahold of her bum, thrusting harder into her, now pounding away hard and fast. Then without any warning, she feels my cock twitching, erupting my creamy load deep in her pussy. I felt her cunt constrict around my shaft in its own orgasm. I hear her moan with her release of energy and hope that others around us don't become suspicious of our love-making. Holding Vickie against me until my cock stops ejaculating, I keep my hand over her mouth to muffle her sighs of ecstasy. When I know that we have finished, I pull out my cock, now going back to its unexcited state.
Vickie gets a worried look on her face now as she does not want to be found out to be having sex in a lingerie shop and tells me, "you had better go and wait for me outside," pulling her panties back on.
Putting my used and messy cock back into the lacey black panties my wife gave me earlier to wear. I hide it all under my dress pants. Opening the cubicle door a little, I make sure no one was around to see me. Sneaking out quietly, she waited for Vickie to pull herself back together and leave the dressing room on her own. After a couple of minutes, she then leaves the cubicle, bringing her purchased items to Sally at the checkout counter.
As we pay for the lingerie items, the shop assistant asked Vickie, "did you and your hubby find everything you two wanted today?"
Vickie looked at me and smiled, then replied to the shop assistant,
"Why yes we did, thank you!" still flush with the look of just being fucked to orgasm five minutes ago.
As we walked to the car, Vickie says to me, "I've got that sticky feeling in my underwear crotch."
Laughing with her, I say. "Me too, honey." And we passionately kiss.
Now in our car for our drive back to our home, we chatted about what we had just done, how we could have been caught, and how dirty we felt afterward. But we now had some new items to play dress-up together. That will be very enticing when we get back home to try on our things and play some more—this time in the privacy of our own bedroom.
"God, I can not believe we've just had sex in a changing booth," Vickie said in a bit of aftershock.
"Why?" I asked, feeling no guilt or shame [and NOT getting busted in mid-fuck!]
"Fucking in Sally's boutique is just so wrong of us to do. I have shopped at Sally's for over 20 years now, and we are like old friends. I bought my first training-bra and matching panties with my mother when I turned a teenager," she laughed with a bit of embarrassment.
I would have loved to see that happening back then—mom and daughter in the same cubical as the one we just used to screw in.
When we got back home, I carried our shopping bags in, heading straight for our bedroom, dumping our goody bag out onto our bed.
Kissing me, she whispers in my ear, "I've got a present for you, dear," Vickie tells me with a sexy wink.
She proceeds to strip off her pants, slips off her cum crusted panties, "You have these to jack-off with. When we can't be together, you can wear them and wank in them while you think of your sexy wife teasing your hard cock," Vickie said.
"What about the ones of yours I am wearing now?" I asked.
"Take them off, and I will keep those when I am feeling lonely and horny," Vickie responded with pouty lips.
Taking off the lacey panties of hers's I give them back to my wife as her 'keepsake'. She and I stand face to face, now completely nude. An incredible sight to behold and no one around to be a looky-lo.
"Can you please do one last thing for me before we make-love again?" Vickie asked of me.
"Whatever your wish, I will obey, my love?" I replied. She points to the items on the bed.
"There put those on for me, please hun," and she wants me to put on the vintage open-bottom girdle and cream-colored tights.
She is now laughing hysterically at the scene of me wiggling my chubby belly, pulling the garments up and over my cock and gut. I am now wondering, "What's next?"
"Hhmm, over here, lover boy, I think you have our sex-mess to clean-up," Vickie told me, now pointing to her open and spread thighs.
And she sat on the edge of our bed, opening up her cunt lips for me to enjoy. Looking down at our sex mess, I could see my spunk leaking from her pussy, mixed with her own lubricating juices.
"Come over to our bed, have your lunch, you horny sissy-boy," Vickie giggled like a hot *********** girl.
Coming over to the bed, I get down between my wife's open legs, gently dabbing my tongue into her spunk-filled pussy. God, the taste is deliciously good!
"Mmmm, now that's the away to have lunch," now giggling to licking my spunk from her freshly-fucked pussy and me wearing lady's foundation wear.
I was lapping away at her cunt-slit like a doggy drinking cold water on a hot day, my cock swelling again under the tights I have on. Pre-cum is now making the crotch have a wet spot on it. My face is covered in our past sex fluids from the boutique's changing room fuck-feast. After a solid five minutes of eating her out, she cums violently all over my bearded face.
I then stood up, and Vickie pulls down my tights and releases me from the girdle constraints I had been wearing all this time being her sissy-boy.
"Honey, you had better fuck me again with that sticky dicky of yours," Vickie quipped, holding open her hungry puss for me to attack.
We fucked amongst the vintage foundation wear tossed across our bed for a good hour that afternoon. Stripping off undergarments and redressing in even sexier things. Sucking on her tits or her on my prick, then fucking each other to another silly sloppy mess. One thing is for sure that bedcover is going to need washing. And not only has she found out about me cross-dressing at granny Krista's house. But now sufficiently encouraging me to wear female undergarments in her presence while we make love. Even going to her favorite little shop to buy and try things on, then fuck like rabbits in Sally's changing stalls.
Putting my pants back on, and as I did, Vickie picked up the tights off the floor and wiped my cock off with it slipping into my pocket. She is exhausted now and falls into a deep satisfied slumber.
The last thing I hear her say after kissing her good night was, "I can still feel your cum purring out of my pussy now, even after you have long pulled free of my fuck-hole," Vickie moaned softly, then drifted off.
I picked up the black lace panties Vickie had given me to wear. They still feel sticky with my creamy stains all over them now. I let her rest and go and neatly store my play-wear in a zip-lock baggie for later
"I"m just getting changed," Vickie shouted from upstairs.
I went upstairs to our bedroom. I was greeted with the sight of Vickie standing in front of the bedroom mirror, wearing just a pair of delicate white lacey undies. Going up behind Vickie, I kissed her neck as she stood looking into her mirror, holding her hands over her chest.
"God, you look great," I told her as I kissed her neck and reached around and cupped her bra-covered tits, replacing her hands with mine. I love the feel of the lace trim on her white 36-C bra, as it felt so sexy to me.
"You are being very naughty," Vickie giggled as I pinched her nipples through the fabric.
I turned Vickie around and kissed her passionately as I pushed my front against her, feeling my hard cock through my pants. All this playing has me hot and bothered.
"Mmmmm, horny? I can feel you against me," and Vickie gently rubbed my cock, undoing my zipper, pulling it free.
"Why aren't you wearing any underwear!" Vickie asked, knowing something was up by its absence.
I laughed, making up some dumb excuse, "Ahhh, it is for ease of access?" How lame was that?
Vickie was at this point gently wanked my cock hanging out of my fly, asking, "When you jacked-off all over my dirty panties, did you enjoy it?"
Not wanting to spoil the moment replying, "I did! Loving that silky feeling on my prick, while wanking away."
"Mmmmm, That's fucking getting me hot," Vickie replied with my dick in hand. But this was wasting time as I had promised to go with my wife shopping this afternoon.
"OK, right. We had better stop this fooling around. You promised me a shopping trip to the boutique. I think you should be wearing something under those pants of yours." Vickie was ordering me to change clothes now.
I laughed, wondering, "Like what?" [something was all about to change just then!]
Vickie went over to her underwear drawer. Rummaging through the top drawer pulling out a black pair of lacey hip-hugger panties.
"Please, Rick, put these on for me," Vickie asked politely, handing them to me.
"Are you joking, Vickie?" I asked.
"No! I am not joking, Rick. I will be turned on by knowing you have on my panties. And the silky lace will help keep your dick hard the whole time that we are out," she giggled wickedly.
"Don't be a silly puss, dear! I know that you want to wear them," Vickie teased me. "You already masturbate with them! And I find your cum stains on the crotch."
Pausing for a second, saying, "I've worn ladies undergarments before." in my confession.
Vickie stared at me with her piercing Asian eyes as she asks, "When? When have you worn those things? Where those MY things?"
"No! Not yours, I went through a phase where I fantasized about older women dressed in sexy lingerie," I started to confess.
"And?" Vickie questioned me, clearly probing for more answers to her questions that day.
"When I knew that your mother was out shopping, I would come over letting myself inside. I used my spare key, and rummage threw her undies," I continued.
"Tell me you weren't trying on my mom's undergarments!" Vickie scolded me.
"Yes, I have. Numerous pairs of Krista's large-sized girdle-panties. Maidenform C-cupped brassieres, I would try on too. Silky thigh-high stockings with garter belts, and her queen-sized pantyhose, I would squeeze my hips into." as I elaborate.
"I am truly sorry for being a bad husband by violating our trust, being a sexual pervert with your mom's undergarments. Granny Krista would be horrified if she knew about what I had done." I was remorsefully explaining my embarrassment.
I call Vickie's mother "granny Krista" because she is the grandmother to our offspring. [And she is 85-years-old] Aged, plump but loving.
Vickie's eyes light up just then, her whole face smiling at me, "Then what did you do?" Vickie quizzed me.
"I would lay out on Krista's bed, dressed in her things, gently rubbing my erect cock. Wearing her sexy undies makes me so horny for some reason. I would proceed to wank myself off until I will spill my seed on her sexy undergarments," telling her but also getting excited again.
"Oh God, my fucking husband was pleasuring himself in mom's intimate apparel things," Vickie laughed out loud.
"From time to time, her mother knew someone had been in her bedroom while she was out shopping. She asked me about that, but I never thought it would have been my husband," said Vickie. "Alright, you owe me a shopping trip. Now put my black panties on that I gave you, while I finished getting dressed."
Undoing my pants, taking them off, I sit on Vickie's bed. I sheepishly put my feet through the leg openings of the black lacey panties and pulled them up, encasing my bulging cock within. Vickie looked across at me, unhooking the back of her white bra while laughing at the whole situation before her.
"God, you look so fabulous wearing my lacey panties with that hard dick of yours," she comes over and cups my balls in her hand.
"Jeez, that hard cock of yours feels so sexy in lace," Vickie purred in my ear.
"Well, that's all play you're getting. Now get your fucking pants on, and take me to the boutique," Vickie ordered me to do so.
We finished dressing my wife in her velvet romper. And drove into the village on our big adventure. As I was driving, Vickie placed her hand on my thigh. She gave me one of those devilish smiles, telling me to pull off the highway at the next private pastoral lane we pass. I turned onto the dirt path, down a hill, and out of sight, Vickie undid the front of my pants as I came to a stop.
"That is much better, now go back to the road and drive," Vickie was keeping her plans a secret to me.
I turn the car around in the farmer's field, now exposed driving down a public highway. Vickie was rubbing my hard prick through the lacey black panties covering it. Struggling to concentrate solely on my driving, my wife pulls my horny cock entirely free of the undies in the passenger seat.
"I've always dreamed about doing this but never had the guts to talk anyone into it. This is so hot, having your bare dick out in the wind, just lightly stroking you, then stopping," Vickie tensed, only knowing what was to unfold.
How much more of this teasing could I take? She was playing with me while she was getting dressed earlier. Now she keeps me hard but has no intention of bringing me to climax, as I do not want to wreck our car. But my wife makes her next move on me, her head in my crotch, slipped my horned-up prick into her hungry mouth, proceeding to suck on the tip of my prick. Devilish Vick!
But by this time, we were approaching the village in our car, and I was conspicuous if anyone saw that Vickie was a naughty girl as I drove. Vickie was sucking, licking, and having her way with my stiff cock, then stop before I explode into her mouth. I knew if she carried on too much more, that I would NOT be long before I would be cumming with my jeez rolling down her chin.
"I do think we had better stop now," was Vick's final tease as she was only edging me to climax.
"Aaaagggg." was all I had stowed away. My saliva covered prick back into my lacey undies and closing up my pants. We were pulling into the parking lot of 'Sally's Boutique of Fine Foundations.' I park, and we enter the shop. Vickie adjusted her lipstick to look her best.
"That was so nice by making me horny too," Vickie whispered in my ear.
I laughed back at her cheekiness, "Well, we will have to wait for our orgasms now," I said, knowing we were both desperate to mutually cum together.
Once inside Sally's adorably sexy shop, Vickie headed for the department offering shape-control garments with the owner. Panty-girdles, high-waisted garter belts, and support Corselette lined the sales racks. She looked at a couple of vintage items hanging up, and Sally asked specifically about what my wife was in the market for today.
"I will need to try these on in a bit when I've finished looking," Vickie said to Sally as they both agreed on some items made in the 1930s. Vickie picks out a few shapers putting them into her shopping trolley.
Moving onto the undergarment section of the shop, Sally showed us her offerings. More racks of bras of all sizes, shapes, and vintage or new. And panties in so many colors, they were lined up like a rainbow all in a row.
"How do you fancy these cute ones in your size?" Vickie asked, holding up a pair of French black knickers.
"Mmmm, I do kinda like those," I replied softly, trying to have my private discussion with my wife overheard by Miss Sally.
Vickie puts a few more undies of various colors into her shopping trolley, on top of the foundation-wear she has already picked out. But who is she shopping for right now? Granny Krista? Herself? Or are these things just for me so that I will stay out of granny Krista's underwear drawer? As we walk around with Miss Sally, she recommends picking up some pantyhose and silk stockings for the garter belt.
"OK, I'm going to see how the items I have picked out, fit me," Vickie asked as to where the dressing room was located in the shop.
Sally pointed Vickie and me to the changing rooms, and off we headed with our cart of underwear. I lose Vickie to one of the stalls, but my phone buzzed with a text after a couple of minutes. It was my wife saying, "Come into the changing room, dear. I am waiting for you in the cubicle at the end of the row."
I looked around, and luckily the shop assistant had now left us alone and was busy helping a new customer. So I quickly went into the changing area and went down to the very last cubicle. I knocked on the door, Vickie opening it, pulling me inside the small cozy space. Vickie had undressed, changing into just wearing a pink low-cut bra and matching French knickers. Dressed like this, she was extremely horny. Immediately sticking her tongue down my throat, kissing me passionately, undoing my pants button and zipper, frantically dropping them to the floor around my feet.
"I want you just to fuck me in here, right NOW!" Vickie said breathlessly.
Vickie rubbed my hardening cock through the lacey panties that she had given to me to wear today. They clearly had the remnants of her saliva and my leaking pre-cum on the black material from all of the playing that she did to it. Leading to coming to the shop today and sucking me a bit before rolling up to park.
"Mmmm, I want to screw you too, dear. You're making these panties of yours a mess with my dick-juice running out the end," I lovingly told her just now in the cubical.
"Tell me when you're wet and ready?" I asked Vickie, plunging my hand down inside her damp panties in our stall.
Oh, yes, I felt her dampness. I yanked her panties down just enough to expose her pussy, and she pulled my hard cock out over the top of the panties that I was wearing. Vickie was holding on to my cock, and without saying anything, she looked me in the eye, rubbing it over her pussy, fumbling to locate her fuck-hole. Her eyes widened with the feeling of my cock-head, feeling her warm. Sensing her wet opening, I gently pushed my cock inside of her. We heard other folks in the changing cubicles next to us now. I was driving my cock into Vickie's pussy further and further now. Biting her lip and squeezing her arms around me. Thrusting at Vickie's wet cunt, holding on to her hips as I hold her against the wall of the cubicle.
"Oh, that feels so good having your hard dick inside of me," she whispered so that we were not overheard by others nearby.
I carried on thrusting in gentle deep strokes, "Hurry up, you need to cum NOW," Vickie was ordering me to blast her insides.
I grabbed ahold of her bum, thrusting harder into her, now pounding away hard and fast. Then without any warning, she feels my cock twitching, erupting my creamy load deep in her pussy. I felt her cunt constrict around my shaft in its own orgasm. I hear her moan with her release of energy and hope that others around us don't become suspicious of our love-making. Holding Vickie against me until my cock stops ejaculating, I keep my hand over her mouth to muffle her sighs of ecstasy. When I know that we have finished, I pull out my cock, now going back to its unexcited state.
Vickie gets a worried look on her face now as she does not want to be found out to be having sex in a lingerie shop and tells me, "you had better go and wait for me outside," pulling her panties back on.
Putting my used and messy cock back into the lacey black panties my wife gave me earlier to wear. I hide it all under my dress pants. Opening the cubicle door a little, I make sure no one was around to see me. Sneaking out quietly, she waited for Vickie to pull herself back together and leave the dressing room on her own. After a couple of minutes, she then leaves the cubicle, bringing her purchased items to Sally at the checkout counter.
As we pay for the lingerie items, the shop assistant asked Vickie, "did you and your hubby find everything you two wanted today?"
Vickie looked at me and smiled, then replied to the shop assistant,
"Why yes we did, thank you!" still flush with the look of just being fucked to orgasm five minutes ago.
As we walked to the car, Vickie says to me, "I've got that sticky feeling in my underwear crotch."
Laughing with her, I say. "Me too, honey." And we passionately kiss.
Now in our car for our drive back to our home, we chatted about what we had just done, how we could have been caught, and how dirty we felt afterward. But we now had some new items to play dress-up together. That will be very enticing when we get back home to try on our things and play some more—this time in the privacy of our own bedroom.
"God, I can not believe we've just had sex in a changing booth," Vickie said in a bit of aftershock.
"Why?" I asked, feeling no guilt or shame [and NOT getting busted in mid-fuck!]
"Fucking in Sally's boutique is just so wrong of us to do. I have shopped at Sally's for over 20 years now, and we are like old friends. I bought my first training-bra and matching panties with my mother when I turned a teenager," she laughed with a bit of embarrassment.
I would have loved to see that happening back then—mom and daughter in the same cubical as the one we just used to screw in.
When we got back home, I carried our shopping bags in, heading straight for our bedroom, dumping our goody bag out onto our bed.
Kissing me, she whispers in my ear, "I've got a present for you, dear," Vickie tells me with a sexy wink.
She proceeds to strip off her pants, slips off her cum crusted panties, "You have these to jack-off with. When we can't be together, you can wear them and wank in them while you think of your sexy wife teasing your hard cock," Vickie said.
"What about the ones of yours I am wearing now?" I asked.
"Take them off, and I will keep those when I am feeling lonely and horny," Vickie responded with pouty lips.
Taking off the lacey panties of hers's I give them back to my wife as her 'keepsake'. She and I stand face to face, now completely nude. An incredible sight to behold and no one around to be a looky-lo.
"Can you please do one last thing for me before we make-love again?" Vickie asked of me.
"Whatever your wish, I will obey, my love?" I replied. She points to the items on the bed.
"There put those on for me, please hun," and she wants me to put on the vintage open-bottom girdle and cream-colored tights.
She is now laughing hysterically at the scene of me wiggling my chubby belly, pulling the garments up and over my cock and gut. I am now wondering, "What's next?"
"Hhmm, over here, lover boy, I think you have our sex-mess to clean-up," Vickie told me, now pointing to her open and spread thighs.
And she sat on the edge of our bed, opening up her cunt lips for me to enjoy. Looking down at our sex mess, I could see my spunk leaking from her pussy, mixed with her own lubricating juices.
"Come over to our bed, have your lunch, you horny sissy-boy," Vickie giggled like a hot *********** girl.
Coming over to the bed, I get down between my wife's open legs, gently dabbing my tongue into her spunk-filled pussy. God, the taste is deliciously good!
"Mmmm, now that's the away to have lunch," now giggling to licking my spunk from her freshly-fucked pussy and me wearing lady's foundation wear.
I was lapping away at her cunt-slit like a doggy drinking cold water on a hot day, my cock swelling again under the tights I have on. Pre-cum is now making the crotch have a wet spot on it. My face is covered in our past sex fluids from the boutique's changing room fuck-feast. After a solid five minutes of eating her out, she cums violently all over my bearded face.
I then stood up, and Vickie pulls down my tights and releases me from the girdle constraints I had been wearing all this time being her sissy-boy.
"Honey, you had better fuck me again with that sticky dicky of yours," Vickie quipped, holding open her hungry puss for me to attack.
We fucked amongst the vintage foundation wear tossed across our bed for a good hour that afternoon. Stripping off undergarments and redressing in even sexier things. Sucking on her tits or her on my prick, then fucking each other to another silly sloppy mess. One thing is for sure that bedcover is going to need washing. And not only has she found out about me cross-dressing at granny Krista's house. But now sufficiently encouraging me to wear female undergarments in her presence while we make love. Even going to her favorite little shop to buy and try things on, then fuck like rabbits in Sally's changing stalls.
Putting my pants back on, and as I did, Vickie picked up the tights off the floor and wiped my cock off with it slipping into my pocket. She is exhausted now and falls into a deep satisfied slumber.
The last thing I hear her say after kissing her good night was, "I can still feel your cum purring out of my pussy now, even after you have long pulled free of my fuck-hole," Vickie moaned softly, then drifted off.
I picked up the black lace panties Vickie had given me to wear. They still feel sticky with my creamy stains all over them now. I let her rest and go and neatly store my play-wear in a zip-lock baggie for later
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