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Blackmail: I know the secrets that you keep | thosearemysecret | 5

 

You realize that these two pairs of underwear simply aren’t doing it for you. It’s been a long time since you’ve agreed with your wife regarding what sort of underwear is sexy. Sure her favorite panties are “sexy,” but they aren’t the “come push these to the side and fuck me against the wall” sexy you prefer in your panties. They’re more like “you can look, but not touch because you might stretch them out” sexy.

You recall a red, lacy satin bra and panty set you bought her for Valentine’s Day from a website that promised it would make your lover look like a French whore. She humored you when she opened it although you detected she didn’t feel the same way about the undergarments as you. On the handful of rare occasions she did wear the set for you they definitely made her look dirty and sexy.

You rub the material of the frilly panties and can’t imagine having that rub against your cock and balls all day. Trying to squeeze into that thong would likely be torture. However, those satin panties from that set would likely feel really nice wrapped around your package. You acknowledge that she hasn’t worn them in a while, so they’re probably upstairs in her underwear drawer. How will the blackmailer even know if they’re clean or dirty? Even if your house has been bugged with cameras they can’t be taking in every little detail.

“Fuck it,” you say to yourself deciding that if you’re going to play this game some things will have to be on your terms.

You drop the dirty underwear back in the basket, head back upstairs, and start going about your usual routine. As soon as Melissa gets out of bed and steps in the shower you dive into her underwear drawer. The set isn’t easy to find. Her disdain is clear as the bra and panty are shoved all the way to the bottom and back of the drawer. You pull out the panty half of the set, gather up your work clothes, and go to the downstairs bathroom to get dressed.

Sliding into the panties you’re surprised by how well they fit. They’re a bit snug, because female underwear don’t really account for the extra material needed to hold in a cock and balls, but it isn’t too bad. Besides, you were right to think the satin would feel nice. You run your fingers over the material hugging your cock and it starts to stir. The head peeks out of the top you gently caress yourself through the panty. You realize you could get off doing this.

You get your thoughts together and finish getting ready for work. As you walk you can’t help but notice how pleasurable it is to feel the material of your pants rub against the satin. It might even be worth a shopping trip to see about finding satin men’s underwear.

Your thoughts are interrupted with the sound of Melissa clomping down the stairs. Suddenly you feel awkward and insecure. There’s no way she could know what’s under your pants, but still, you don’t want to spend too much time conversing with her while in her underwear.

“Morning hun,” you say, “I have a lot of work to do today, so I’m just going to grab a bite on the road.”

 

You leave for work.


          At work in satin panties

 
 

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