Wearing My Wife’s Used Panties

Wearing My Wife’s Used Panties

When I first got married I went through a phase with my wife that included experimenting with sexy undies, shaving my legs, and exploring various adult curiosities that you aren’t allowed to explore until you live with someone else that enjoys trying new things with you.  However, I never imagined I’d feel sexy wearing my wife’s used panties.  And honestly, from the beginning, my wife made it clear, she wasn’t cool with variations in my undergarments.  It just wasn’t attractive to her.   

Below are selfies of my wife wearing the same panties, taken the day before my selfie above. 

The History of Wearing My Wife’s Used Panties


When my wife and I first moved in together, neither of us really knew what was or wasn’t appropriate. All we knew was that now that we were “adults” things would change and we could do whatever our young hearts desired. Walk around nude, have sex at any time, dance around naked playing air guitar together, and pee in each others faces for fun. Finally we got to to all the things adults do when they are all grown up! Oh boy!

I remember shopping one day and I saw male thongs at the local store. I recall thinking to myself, “I am going to look sexy as hell in these.  Should I buy the slight thongs or pure thongs that look like dental floss?”

“Dental floss it is!”

I bought the thongs and rushed home to try them on. I remember looking in the mirror, unable to fully put my sac inside the thong, so half a testicle on each side was kind of hanging out. My penis also didn’t stay where it belonged so I laid it along the waist line hoping to cover it with the strings that wrap around my hips. Although not much coverage, I felt it still looked great and just knew my wife would love it. She was still at work and she wouldn’t be home for a few hours. So I just kept the thongs on and otherwise was nude on the couch. Just wearing the thongs made me horny with excitement and I couldn’t wait to see her face.

Unfortunately I passed out on the couch and when she walked in, I was laying there, turned away from the door, with my ass and thong exposed to the world. Unable to put on my Zoolander look to make the thongs more appealing, my wife walked over to me and let me know she was home. I believe she was too uncomfortable to even touch me because she kind of hit/tapped me on the shoulder like you would if you were waking up a bum on a park bench.  I stood up.  My vision a bit foggy from still being tired, penis plump from falling asleep horny with man thongs on, each ball hanging out the side of the thong because the fabric could no longer hold half of them inside, and the floss like backside of the undies totally hidden by my ass cheeks.  My wife didn’t say a word. She didn’t laugh, she didn’t smile, she didn’t blink…I am unsure if she even took a breath to be honest. After this awkward 20 seconds, which seemed like an hour, I asked her if she liked them?

My wife looked at me and responded as stoic as I had ever seen her, “Please throw those away and never put anything like those on again.”

I was immediately defensive and I used the old line, “You said you loved me and I would look sexy in anything…”

She looked me up and down and responded, “I lied.”

I never put on thongs again.


 

My First Time Wearing My Wife’s Used Panties

Fast forward 20 years and a Christmas photo shoot where we were planning on doing role reversal for entertainment on our blog.  The idea was to take photos the opposite of what we had taken 7 years earlier.  For instance, if my wife was bent over in front of a Christmas tree with a yo-yo tying her hands behind her back, with the title, “Santa’s Workshop”, we’d do the same with me.  So we’d put her panties on me, tie my hands behind my back, and try to take the same photo 7 years later.  

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Dirty / Used Panties Vending Machines in Japan – A Closer Look

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Spotted in Tokyo in 2012 – “Used”

Originally I did what I always do when I want to see if something is true: I used Snopes.  Snopes claims that Japan having used panties vending machines is absolutely true.  This confirmation has been backed up by numerous visitors and tourists, military personnel stationed in Japan, and various photos that have popped up online over the years.  However, you’d be hard pressed to find a Japanophile that likes to talk about this subject as most of them get quickly annoyed and laugh off the idea as an urban legend and  ignorance of the Japanese culture.

What’s interesting for me is, selling used or dirty panties is not just a Japanese trend, it’s a world wide fetish.   I personally have never bought a pair of used panties, but when Venice  and I were apart during our college years, I loved receiving care packages from her.  Whether it be homemade cookies, candy, cute mementos, sexy photos, or yes, even a ziplocked bag of her worn panties for me to smell her naughty scents, I loved it.  I have also heard many stories of soldiers overseas being sent used panties from their girlfriends or wives, so the idea of used panties being a turn on shouldn’t surprise anyone.  I suppose the difference is, buying used panties from a vending machine that supposedly was worn by a random young school girl is just embarrassing.  Which I admit, it is.  Which is why selling them in vending machines makes that much more sense.

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Female Ejaculation: It wasn’t pee (female perspective)

It seemed like an urban legend to me. The story of a woman cumming, but not the cute little twitches that squeeze a man’s cock, or his finger as he sucks on her clit. My entire belief on the female orgasm was clitoral stimulation from the outside.  The g-spot was a made up place, a place that could never be found, a place just as imaginary as the Fountain of Youth.

 There have been times when my husband, Ryan, fucked me so hard that I thought I peed.  Or I’d ride him without caring about the pain in my stomach his dick was causing; I’d bounce on his cock with so much force I’d bleed that night.  But again, I “wet” myself and I thought this wetness was pee from me letting go of my inhibitions. These moments of wetting myself were hot and were a turn-on because it meant my body and mind were totally in sync in our sex act.

 **Before I get into the various times I squirted, let me clarify that I have “squirted” (what I consider a “female ejaculation”) without orgasming.  Conversely, I can orgasm without squirting.  But, I can squirt AND orgasm at the same time – and believe me when I say this feeling is extremely intense and probably the closest thing I will ever experience to cumming “like a man.”

The first time I squirted during an orgasm, Ryan and I were having sex in the spoon position.  In this position, I tell him to go deep because the pressure in the back of my vagina was a good feeling, not one that hurt.  He held onto my hips as I grinded my body into him, his cock scooping deep into me.  We were hot and sweating from head to toe.  It was only after I came did we realize just how wet the bed was.  It was as if I peed the bed. Was it possible?  I didn’t feel like I released that muscle that holds your urine back.  I was embarrassed because this never happened before.  I know what sweat spots look like and this was not that.  It didn’t smell like pee either.  It smelled like…well, like sex.  This was about four years ago.

The second time, we were in a 69 position.  He was eating me out while using a soft dildo.  I hadn’t learned how to face fuck yet.  I didn’t even consider it possible, but I knew my body loved to cum with his entire dick in my mouth as far as I can and just hold it there. This is the first time I’ve ever “shot out.”  This wasn’t the usual wetness between my legs caused by my normal cum.  It was more like an eruption coming from my pelvis that travelled down through my pussy and out of my tight hole.  As we were 69ing, I felt the cum feeling stirring in me and as soon as I did, I knew I had to have his cock lodged in my mouth to intensify my cum (could this be why people partake in autoerotic asphyxiation?)  I took a deep breath and quickly pulled his hips onto my face.  With my mouth full of cock, I couldn’t scream.  I felt my face getting flushed.  My body twitched and writhed as I held back as my cum as long as I could, but it was so intense that my hips raised up off the bed and as soon as I did, a thick, semi-cloudy fluid shot onto the sheets about and on the wall over two feet away.  It wasn’t pee; it had the consistency of mashed clear jello mixed with froth.  Even after a few minutes, it wasn’t absorbed into the sheets.  It looked like tiny little jellyfish sitting on top of wet beach sand.  Little droplets landed on Ryan’s face, but most of it came out with the shot.

During my third experience, I had just learned to deepthroat.  Again, we were 69ing, but this time I was on top. I just realized that deepthroating made me very, very horny.  And very, very wet.  This was the day after I dripped all over my own legs/ankles as I was kneeling and deepthroating my husband’s cock. As I deepthroated from the top, I again came from oral.  But instead of just cumming, my vagina started pouring out juices that he didn’t get to see because he was eating me out. He said he couldn’t breathe. Some of it got on his face as he turned to the side, but after a few seconds he put hismouth up to my pussy and just let it fill up his mouth. It was about a third cup of liquid he swallowed.  He then stuck his tongue inside me and just drank my juices as it came out rather than holding and waiting for it to fill his mouth. He said this was the most he’s ever ate/drank of my juices.  Except for the time when I peed in his mouth and forced him to swallow.

Fourth experience. I was riding my man’s dick hard when he said he felt his balls and lap suddenly get completely soaked. I also noticed his dick was fucking my pussy with this wet/dry feeling. It wasn’t spit or lube; it was almost like I peed on him, but it couldn’t have been because it didn’t look, smell, or taste, like pee.  All I know is that it’s possible because I now squirt while being fucked. Maybe it was the angle that was making his fat dick hit a spot (g spot maybe?) in just the right way so that I leaked.

For my fifth experience, my husband discovered a way to make me ejaculate (see Ryan’s article “Female Ejaculation: It isn’t pee”).  At first I was reluctant that it would work since I have never experienced it before.  But I was down for anything new he suggested.  He explained that I would be getting a massage, which I always welcome.  Little did I know it was going to be a deep tissue massage, the kind I heard (directly from a massage therapist herself) can cause someone to burst into laughter or full-out tears. 

He poured grape seed oil onto his hands and began with a full body massage: deltoids, the crevices of my shoulder blades, middle and lower back, buttocks, hamstrings, calves.  He told me turn over: clavicle, pecs (this is when I start getting sensitive and ticklish), and finally back to my inner thighs.  Soon I felt him slide two fingers in my pussy and proceeded “forklifting.”  At first I was nervous.  I just peed, but his fingers are hitting an area that makes me feel like I’m holding the pee feeling in (I later realize that this is the same feeling I get when I’m getting fucked hard and deep). 

I knew that this “pee” feeling was normal.  So the first thing I did was to remind myself, This is normal, I’m supposed to feel this.  I had to physically accept this sensation regardless of how awkward it felt.  Once I did that, I then had to say, Relax…relax. Enjoy this feeling, accept it, love it.  My body and mind were now free.  I put myself in a sexual trance: my mind cleared of any reservations, my body taking in this new sensation.  I felt like a monk who had just become spiritually enlightened. 

Almost immediately, Ryan felt what he described as a “spray” splashing onto his palm.  “Oh shit!” is all he said.  He raced for the light switch and what he saw surprised us both: a semi-cloudy fluid spewing and flowing freely from my pussy.  But not a short-lived dribble, I mean it was gushing out non-stop. Actual fluid, like a fountain.  “What?” I said.  We couldn’t believe it. 

Soon after was my sixth experience, I was on top again, purposely using his dick in the exact same way he forklifted my pussy.  It wasn’t as strong or forceful, but I re-created the forklifting motion, forcing his dick to rub my spot hard.  A few minutes into it, his  balls, dick, lap, pubic area, ass, and bed were all wet. Neither of us came.  But at that point I had a greater understanding of how my body functioned and was also becoming more in tuned with it.

My most recent is my seventh experience.  This is a different kind of first because we were analing.  His dick wasn’t in my pussy, but for some reason we were still wet and slippery.  My cums are always so intense when I get fucked in the ass, sometimes I think my heart either races or stops.  On this day, though, after it was over, we could clearly see the SPRAY wet mark on sheet.  My husband turned on the light and we could clearly see a 4-inch spray, like someone took an aerosol can filled with heavy liquid and aimed on the sheet.

Clearly I cannot plan when I’m going to squirt.  Sometimes it happens when I cum through clitoral stimulation and other times it happens because my g-spot gets pounded or rubbed the right way.  I can’t feel the actual force of fluid being expelled from my body; I don’t ejaculate the way a man ejaculates: semen shooting from his cock in conjunction with an orgasm.  My “ejaculation” can be separate as well as paired with an orgasm.  This is part of the reason my cums are amazing now: they’re unpredictable.  With that being said, I simply relax and let whatever happens.  Why worry about what I can’t control?

 Female ejaculation is not a myth and it is 100% achievable.  Try it for yourself. It may take a few tries, but like they say: the fun part is getting there.

 I will update this post if and when I get number 8.

Female Ejaculation: It isn’t pee

No Peeing Allowed

No peeing allowed.

Last night I gave my wife, Venice, a massage with Grape Seed Oil. Although she had a lot of tense areas on her body, she eventually relaxed and let me rub her down from head to toe as she lay on her stomach. I asked her not to moan and just totally relax, because usually my massages are with my tongue and she will moan the entire time. Whether she does this to keep me entertained, to keep me going, or because my tongue makes her uncontrollably moan, I do enjoy the response. Last night was different. I just wanted her to relax. I rubbed her back, deep in her shoulder blades, and down her spine. I massaged her back muscles which seemed very tight and tense. I rubbed a lot of oil over her curved butt, deep in her vagina crevices and ass. Reaching between her legs I wrapped my hand around to her front side, grabbing her pubic mound and squeezing. Every now and then I would slide a finger in whichever hole was the most inviting. 

Eventually, after thoroughly rubbing her  down I asked her to roll over. I quickly realized her front side seemed to tickle her a bit more. Instead of focusing on her breast and upper shoulders, which was making her giggle, I moved down to her pubic area and inner thighs. I poured more oil all over my hands and began to rub this area roughly and she  immediately responded by lifting both legs in the air. I am not sure why her  response to my aggressive massage to her pubic area caused her to lift both of her legs, but I knew she wanted to be fucked. She knew she wanted to be fucked. However, that wasn’t my plan tonight. I slid my oiled hand over her vagina lips, letting the labias slide between my fingers. Each time the tip of my  fingers would slide past her hole and down to her ass. The oil made both of her  holes easy to penetrate, but I would only penetrate enough for her to enjoy the pressure it created. My wife began to roll her hips aggressively but seemed a bit unsure about what I wanted to do. Both of her knees were now up by her chest and her vagina and ass completely exposed and in the air. I slid my two middle fingers inside her pussy, keeping them straight. Careful not to do the hooking motion with my fingers that I have read about in various articles about a woman’s “g spot”, I kept both fingers unbent inside her. In the past Venice complained about the hooking or “come here” gesture, saying it felt more like a scratching feeling. No g spot. This is something she absolutely did not enjoy. This time though, with both fingers straight, fingernails well-groomed, I began to move my entire arm up and down creating a forklift motion inside her vagina. I placed my other hand on top of her pubic bone, still slippery from all the oil. As I did the forklift motion and rubbed her pubic area, my wife  began doing something she had only done 4 times before during intercourse, but this time, it happened within seconds. She began leaking what appeared to be urine. At first I laughed, smelled the liquid, and let her smell. We both agreed that it did have the salty smell of urine, but for the first time in my life, this smell drove me insane. I am not sure if it had some sort of pheromones that attracted me, but I  wanted to dive down inside her and eat all her juices. My body responded immediately and I felt this uncontrollable attraction. It was almost like I smelled my wife  in heat and my animal instincts took over. Unsure what  exactly caused this response, I stuck my fingers back inside her and started the forklift motion again.  I knew there may have been a bit of urine at first, but now my wife was squirting white liquid all over the towel we had spread out on the bed. When I pulled my hand out, her vagina almost gushed with more white fluid spilling all over her ass. It would not stop. I had never seen anything like it, not even in porn. I jumped up and said, “oh my god.” 

She immediately asked me to grab her camera phone. I jumped up, turned on the light, grabbed the camera, and began to record her. As the camera started, she was still oozing liquid out of her vagina, slowly rolling down to her ass, but the flow had slowed down. Disappointed I couldn’t share with her what I saw, I started to massage her vagina again. This time she squirted with what almost seemed like a cum shot, over my hand and onto  the bed. I pull my hand out and she was again gushing white liquid out of her  vagina, down her ass. I picked up the camera and recorded this. Unable to  really control myself much longer and still smelling the aroma from her liquids, I dove down inside between her thighs and cleaned her out. I drove my tongue inside her vagina hole as far as I could, hoping I could taste her insides. It was a good night indeed, and although my wife had wet the bed a few times before (which will eventually end up on this blog), this was the first time I watched her fluids pour out uncontrollably. It’s also the  first time we got it on camera. Maybe one day we’ll share.

 

Ongoing log:

Sex in bed, me laying to the side, she squirted as she orgasmed.  Left huge wet spot on sheets.
69, me on top, she squirted as she came, sprayed my face, pillows, and wall.
69, her on top, she poured into my mouth as she orgasmed.
Sex, her on top, she squirted while we had sex.  Left my balls, bed, and penis soaked.
Forklift technique after full body massage.  Watched her orgasm and squirt, then leak fluid non stop, not urine for sure.
Sex, her on top purposely grinding her gspot, left my entire crotch wet, stomach, dick, balls, ass, sheet.
Anal sex, me laying to the side, she squirted as she orgasmed and left sheets wet.