Pleasures with guilt – 4



and though he stood for a moment with his back towards me, I actually thought perhaps he’d decided to remove his shorts or something by taking them off there instead. I even wondered briefly if he’d perhaps had a little accident earlier or something and would have felt embarrassed by my knowing that. But then he turned slightly off to one side. And I realized then, I was wrong. Dead wrong.

At first I couldn’t believe what I was seeing, because it just didn’t make any sense to me. I’d never seen him do something like this before, and it also wasn’t something we’d even discussed, or had talked about one way or the other. I looked again as though needing to confirm it myself, making doubly sure.

And as I did so…I was. Rob was busily jerking himself off with a dirty…not a clean pair, but a not yet sorted and washed dirty pair of my underwear. Yesterdays in fact, which I had worn earlier in the day and usually wore to sleep in as opposed to one of my thongs.

At first I was not only stunned, but visibly upset by this. How often had he done this, been doing this? And why hadn’t he told me if he had been? Not that I would have been all that upset by it, I certainly had an open mind to such things…”Or did I?” I wondered.

I then noticed as he stood there stroking himself with a pair of my black satin panties that he was enormously hard, proudly erect, perhaps even more so than he usually was! I almost laughed when I saw him pull on them, having slipped his prick between their legs, looking much like a slingshot about to be fired. He in fact let it go, the results of which was his cock now slapping back against his chest as he repositioned them again, doing it again.

I was fascinated, still crouched low enough behind the door, peering out through a corner of the window being careful to continue to conceal myself in the event he might turn and catch me there watching him. I nearly turned away in fact and ran when he turned, though his eyes came nowhere close to looking in my direction as I now found him suddenly looking elsewhere.

Sure enough, he now bent sifting through the pile of dirty clothes I hadn’t yet sorted. In seconds, he’d secured a second pair of my likewise soiled panties, this one, one of my thongs that I had actually been wearing the night we had all partied together outside. I watched my husband as he actually placed it over his face, sniffing the crotch, his hand once again on his prick, stroking it, the material from my actual panties he now used in which to pleasure himself with.

I was both stunned as well as fascinated to be watching this. But even more importantly now, I was aroused too.

I now found myself standing there, yet again soaking another pair of panties, the one’s I happened to have on. And as I did that, as I stood there watching my husband masturbating, an idea came to me. Slowly at first, but then suddenly I had the workings of it all in my mind, and knew exactly what it was I was going to do the following day.

I now turned my attention back towards my husband. It was obvious he was getting close, still standing there oblivious to me, my thong still draped over his face, much like a blindfold, his hand now jack hammering his cock furiously, holding it against himself as he stood there pleasuring his prick with my panties. He suddenly froze as though statue, grunted and then came. Even to me…it was fucking erotic. To be standing there, watching as his cream began to seep through the material of my black satin panties, the contrast of which was immediately noticeable.

Rob’s white sticky spunk suddenly poured through the thin material, now oozing out of them down the side of his hand, dripping onto the floor of the laundry room where he stood. His hand only then slowed, yet still milked himself. He finally removed my thong, shoving it partway inside his mouth, sucking it as he did, almost gagging himself with it before removing it, and now using that to finally wipe off the last vestiges of his climax from his hand and prick.

I quietly turned and headed back upstairs to bed, a smile on my face, and a plan in my head.

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