I Did See That Coming

Back in 1980 I worked away from home during the week and lived in a house with three other guys, who all worked in the oil industry. They too like me would go home at the weekend as being married I needed to see my wife.  Life was fairly uneventful for months until one of the guys Malcolm asked if he could move in his girlfriend who would share his room. Duly agreed she moved in a few weeks later and to be honest when I saw Clair I realised he had won a watch, what a cracker. Blond, diminutive in stature, lovely breasts and well proportioned.

At that time I would have been 26 years of age and since meeting my wife who always wore sexy underwear, masturbation with soiled panties was very much my thing. Now seeing Clair I thought I need to somehow gain access to her underwear, alas with another three lads excluding her boyfriend in the house, she rightly assumed we would be snooping around and as a consequence had a lock fitted to the bedroom door. Life settled down and things were fairly mundane and never was that bedroom door left unlocked when they were out, darn. I guess I accepted my fate and other than most incredible hand jobs fantasying about her, I let it go.

Weeks went by then one day her boyfriend came in with a bag from Dark Secrets which was a high class lingerie retail shop in town. I knew this from having bought stuff there for my wife. This did nothing other than to fuel my frustrations even further wondering what was in the bag. From this moment forward things however began to develop in a positive way for me, as a perpetual wanker

Into the following week and as it happened the other two lads were offshore leaving me, Malcolm and Clair in the house. Now we get to the Wednesday evening I am downstairs and they are in there bedroom directly above the lounge where I am watching TV. After a while I start to hear the rhythmic sound of the bed as they copulate directly above me. It increases in tempo and then I hear her groans and moans as she is humped. By now I have my trousers around my ankles pumping at my cock which is rock hard and fit to burst. All to soon the pair of them had climaxed and I had missed the moment as you do, leaving me somewhat frustrated.

On the Thursday morning they came down stairs and announced they were heading home early for the weekend. After a bit breakfast tidying up they were on there way. They had hardly been away five minutes and I scampered upstairs to their bedroom, Nooooooooo the had locked the bedroom door, defenses in that regards were never down. My frustrations were now at boiling point and needing release, alas it would be another two days before I hooked up with my wife.

Into Thursday afternoon I decided to tidy up the house before I headed away on the the Friday morning. I also needed to do a washing to set me up for the following week and didn't want to burden my wife with it at a weekend. So I collected all the items and headed down to the washing machine located in the kitchen. When arriving at the machine I realised it had washing in it and when I tried the door it opened and to my surprise it was dry and hadn't been through a wash cycle. WOW had Claire not gone and rounded up all her soiled underwear and tops etc, before going home to wash them. What she then had done was put in the washing powder, set the programme, then obviously been distracted she had forgot to press the start button. 

Now we have all heard the expression child in a sweet shop well that was me. I decided before going too far was how was I going to play this out. She obviously thought she had put the machine on as no way would she have left it in that mode. I decided the contents are fair game and when done I would press the start button. 

Phew were do I start the contents were a panty sniffers paradise. First up a pair of bronze coloured silky French knickers, matching bra, suspender and seamed tan stockings [AH from Dark Secrets]. Along with assorted panties and bras. Big bonus was I was in the house alone and no chance of being disturbed. I gathered up all the items of interest and headed up to my bedroom, where I  stripped bollock naked with my cock now on the rise. Where do I start. I decided in the end that the French knickers were the top prize and would be set aside, as clearly she would have been wearing then for the foreplay the night before, does it get any better. First half hour was just a blur as I pumped away at my cock as I finally breathed in Clair's sex smell from her panty gussets.

As time went on perhaps an hour or so I need release as my cock was now sore from the pummelling. I selected a pair of black knickers with a clear lacy panel below the waist band, which I decided into which I would fire my load. I laid her seamed stockings on my bed along with the silky French knickers. I stood back and realised it was time to explore the French panties what a buzz. I picked them up and noticed no cotton gusset, does it get any better. On closer inspection I saw that she had soaked them with her excretions pre orgasms and whilst starting to dry, still damp. Now the time had arrived for me to sniff the secretions of a women in heat, lusting for the penetration of her boyfriend. Slowly I lifted the gusset to my nose and was aware the involuntary dripping of my precum on to the underwear at my feet. WOW she smelled sensational and without hesitation I licked the gusset, quickly followed by sucking her love juices, I now need to cum. Frantically I grabbed her black panties wrapped them around my cock and then calmed myself to slowly and deliberately inhale her sweet aroma. Her black panties are now soaked in cum as I leaked profusely however what finally put put me over the edge, was on closer inspection I could see semen on one of her stocking tops from the night before. That was it I pumped large quantiles of cum into her knickers, my head thrown back and my knees buckling.

Over the next 12 hours I indulged further in the delights of a sexual active women's underwear before a quick hand wash of the worst affected items. After which I returned them to the washing machine, with a slow but firm press of the start button.