Oh my, I don’t believe I have this freedom all week. James smiled as his reflection in his bathroom stared back at him, teasing him to push his limits while his wife was away.
The silky touch of Kathryn’s pink panties had sent an involuntarily shiver of excitement from the first moment it grazed his thighs, but it’s only now while his wife was away on a week long business trip did he have the luxury to explore this thirst for her underwear in their home all alone.
James grabs some more tissue and stuffs it down his wife’s bra and thrusts his chest out, excited at the prospect of finally dressing in his wife’s clothing. The stay at home husband adjusts his wife’s bra to find a comfortable position to contain the mountains of tissues rammed in the 36D sized bra. He admires the valley between his chest cupping both sides of the bra and giving himself a naughty squeeze.
James heads back into the couple’s bedroom towards the chest of draw dressed in nothing but his wife’s pink bra and yanks open the second draw down, staring down into the treasure chest of his wife’s underwear draw. The young male struggles to control his emotions as he rifles through the various undergarments, gently massaging his fingertips across the variety of fabric and types of underwear neatly folded in the draw. His eyes hungrily scan the full contents absorbing the various shades of pink, spoilt for choice, taking his time as he absorbs the freedom of the house to himself.
The horny male scoops up a silky lace piece slowly unfolding the undergarment, holds it against his nostrils and gently inhales the aroma exuding from the pair. The sensual fragrance of Kathryn’s underwear ignites the space around James, cloaking him with the unforgettable scent of his wife’s pussy. James’s cock slowly starts to twitch, aching for his attention and warmth. He continues rummaging through the draw, impressed with Kathryn’s level of co-ordination, every pair of panties has a colour matching set of bra. Every. Single. One. James gently shakes his head in amazement. It was Kathryn’s secret obsession, colour matching, the moment he laid eyes on his wife 10 years ago, her impulsive nature to colour coordinate clothes was apparent, and it didn’t stop on the outer garments. Every single piece of underwear Kathryn wore, always matched, top and bottom.
James riffles through the garments until he finds a lighter shade of pink panties, he holds it against his bra and smiles as the colours appear almost identical. A soft tingle of arousal tickles his fingertips as he holds the fresh panty to the light and wonders if he will fit. His wife’s trim figure meant every item of clothing she had was tight and more often that not a showcase for her large breasts and breathtaking ass.
The sound of his mobile phone vibrating momentarily pulls his attention away from the crowded underwear draw. James quickly glances over to the bed watching the phone light up vying for his attention but chooses to ignore it. Probably Kathryn calling me to catch up , James smiles making a mental note to call her back once he has explored his crossdressing adventure for the day.
The curious crossdresser slowly guides his legs through the opening in his wife’s silky panties and gently eases the pink fabric up his thighs. The smooth touch of the material sends an army of goosebumps sprouting across James’s thighs as he pulls the flimsy pair up, tucking his raging hardon inside the see through material. He looks down smiling at his package neatly encased in his wife’s used panties, every inch of his manhood wrapped snugly inside a small pink piece of material into a tiny cute package.
James grabs the makeup box on the dresser and tips the contents clumsily onto the bed, spreading the various colours of lipstick across the duvet, rifling through the assortment of colours homing in on the perfect shade of pink to match his panties and bra. The horny crossdresser grabs the lipstick and skips to the en-suite bathroom leaving behind him the contents of the make up draw and his wife’s underwear draw strewn across the bedroom,
A sudden gentle breeze slips in through the open window and floods the bathroom with a gush of fresh air, filling it with a hint of innocence as James stares back at his elated reflection donning a pink bra stuffed full of tissues, standing firm and proud. The open window runs parallel to the bathroom window next door, with his antics in full view for anyone who may decide to peer in from next door. But James isn’t concerned the slightest, the property next door has been on sale and vacant for over three months. But more importantly, the hint of getting caught robed in his wife’s underwear adds an extra edge to an already kinky secret fetish, a sharp tingle of arousal sparks a hidden desire inside James as the thought of getting caught wraps it’s warmth around his caged cock teasing him,
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Kathryn breathed a sigh of relief, glad her business trip had ended several days earlier than expected. The busty lawyer and her team had been able to fasttrack their recent case and were able to successfully complete several days worth of work within hours. The team were ecstatic knowing full well their charge out rate to the client would be the same, despite earning several days off for tying up the loose ends ahead of schedule. Certainly a cause for celebration for all parties involved.
The busty blonde smiled as she slipped her key into the front door and quietly stepped indoors, dropping her bags on the corridor. She had kept her early finish a secret from James, exhausted yet relieved, she was keen on surprising James with an early finish and a night of wine and uncensored, hot sweaty and non stop sex. Kathryn clenches her thighs, the thought of jumping James’s bones and tearing off every inch of his clothes strokes her hungry pussy. She secretly wishes to catch James off guard, unable to fend her aggressive advances as she shreds every inch of any resistance he puts up before she descends her thirsty pussy on his cock.
Kathryn quietly scours the ground floor finding the lowest floor empty, she gently eases her way upstairs towards the bedroom. The horny blonde notices the door to their bedroom is open, she squeezes her way in freezing in her steps as she notices her underwear is strewn across the floor and the bedsheets. Confusion rocks her as her eyes lock onto her make up case tipped upside down, her various lipsticks spread across the bed. Her eyes hover over her underwear scattered across the floor, she scoops up a pair and confirms the suspicions that it is her underwear. But why is it just the pink underwear? Kathryn struggles to understand what is happening here, various shades of her pink knickers are scattered, almost as if someone had broken in to rummage through her delicates, but there were no signs of a breaking on the ground floor. Nothing at all.
The baffled wife walks towards the en suite bathroom and is frozen in her tracks as she witnesses a man who appears to be her beloved husband of ten years dressed in pink underwear. Kathryn leans behind the wall careful to stay out of sight, she gently squints her eyes, and a smirk gradually appears on her face as she starts to recognize the panties her husband is wearing, and the bra. She leans in closer for a better view of the bulging bra which appears to be stuffed with tissue. Kathryn licks her lips as she observes her husband dressed in her used underwear leaning forward, casually applying her lipstick across his lips. She barely muffles her snicker as she watches his pathetic attempts at smacking his lips together for impact. James then appears to pop his panty clad ass out admiring his ass, he cups his bra and shuffles his fake breasts higher, flirting with his own reflection.
A cocktail of surprise and shock sends a sharp surge of arousal racing between Kathryn’s legs and she starts to feel unexpectedly aroused watching her husband dressed in her underwear and make up. She clenches her thighs as she starts to feel an uncontrollable wetness moisten her black panties.
Kathryn quietly slips her hand into her handbag and pulls her phone out. She snaps several pictures of James as he poses in front of the mirror, teasing his own reflection as he runs his hands over his body, groping his curves and slapping his own ass. Kathryn notices his throbbing erection straining against the confines of the tiny pink panties, pre-cum visibly staining the front of her underwear. She lowers the camera and ensures she snaps James’s restrained cock leaking in her underwear.
The busty wife slips off her own black underwear, moist from her sudden arousal and drops the flimsy material, freshly scented with her juices in the middle of the pink massacre of her panties and heads downstairs.
Kathryn opens the front door and then forcefully slams it shut ensuring the sound is loud enough to be heard throughout the whole house.
“BABES, YOU HOME?” Kathryn’s voice punctures the otherwise silence innocence of the household.
The noise instantly travels upstairs, breaking into James’s private session and almost knocks him backwards, the sudden burst of decibels several feet away startles him and he freezes. He stares back at himself in the mirror and starts to slowly shake as the sight of his body dressed in pink stares back him.
“Shit, shit, shit” James mutters to himself, knowing full well that if his wife caught him red handed , he would be hard pressed to find a reasonable explanation for why he is dressed in her underwear. The surprised cross-dresser stares down his cock as it springs to life almost tearing through the tight confines of Kathryn’s pink underwear, it’s sheer ferocity throttling James’s attention. His raging hardon starts to leak pre-cum uncontrollably, filling his wife’s pink knickers with his juices of betrayal. The thought of getting caught appeared to have triggered further arousal as James’s cock vied for his attention, dribbling without a hint of an apology.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, I better clear this shit up” James grabs his crotch struggling to keep his cock from springing free and dripping his juices everywhere. He quickly scoops up the various lipsticks and throws them haphazardly into the make up case. And using both hands, he scoops up the knickers strewn around the floor.
From the corner of his eye, James notices something which he hadn’t noticed before he entered the bathroom. Almost an intruder. James’s eye homes in on a pair of black laced panties in the centre of his white bed, lying there innocently as it whispered for his attention. His mind freezes and he struggles to think clearly, he doesn’t recognize the black pair from earlier but he can’t be sure. He shakes his head certain his mind is playing tricks on him.
The crossdresser picks up the flimsy material and holds the underwear to his nose. The unmistakable fresh scent of his wife’s pussy overtakes him and clouds his senses as he falls momentarily into a state of fantasy as he pictures his wife planting a trap for him. James stares back down and smiles as the sight of his titanium steel rock hardness, the sudden hint of exposure in front of his faithful wife wraps itself around his thickness and starts to slowly jerk him, edging him to orgasm. The distinct aroma of Kathryn’s fresh pussy lingers under James’s nostril and he starts to feel her presence, he inhales the sweet and musky scent as deeply as he can, allowing her feminine allure to gently caress his throat as it descends into his body invading his lungs.
James gently slaps his dick in an attempt to break himself out of his trance. He quickly throws all of the pink panties back into the underwear draw, stuffing in as much as he can in the quickest time possible. James grabs his jeans and jumper from under the bed, yanking the jeans up and wearing them over his wife’s underwear and pulling on his jumper over his bra-fitted chest. James quickly pulls out the tissues stuffed in his bra, kicking the offending material under the bed and slips the black underwear into his back jean pocket.
James dashes into the bathroom wiping off as much lipstick as possible in three seconds, knowing time is ticking past very quickly. He wants to avoid his wife getting suspicious and coming up to the top floor to explore where his is or what he is in fact doing. Time is starting to run out but James starts to feel torn between his arousal and getting caught. The unexpected thought of getting caught starts to slow him down momentarily and a virgin thought crosses his perverted mind, and he wonders if deep down inside he wants to get caught.
James rushes back through the bedroom towards the door, kicking a few more loose panties under the bed, wondering if he has been too long. He wishes his wife doesn’t ask him why he took so long. James tugs on his jumper ensuring the waistband of his panties are not visible, dashes to the top of the staircase and stares down at his wife as she stands at the foot of the staircase, beautiful as ever
“Surprise honey” Kathryn smiles back dressed in an all black, full matching outfit.
