Honey-Do-List: Part 3

Part 3!! – the finale of Honey-do-list

I woke up shivering. I felt goosebumps along my naked legs. My hair was wet and stuck to the side of my face. I coughed and turned over in a daze. I slowly regained my memory and orientation. I was in my hotel room still. I had fallen asleep after my shower while I was still naked and wet. I felt a slight surge of warmth in as I remembered the pleasure of the earlier. The chilly conditioned air brought me quickly back to my sentence.

I walked to the bathroom and wrapped myself in a warm towel and spent the next few minutes drying my hair. I reveled in the gentle pleasure of heat seeping into my scalp; slowly dispelling the clammy cold from my body. Once I was done I walked back to the bed and looked at the clock, 3:14 am. I had got a surprising number of hours of sleep, considering my previous state, but now was in the awkward land between night and morning. I laid back down on the bed and pulled the covers up. My mind drifted off again seeking sleep.

I tossed and turned. Fitfully, I struggled against the sleep that my body craved and the action of my mind. My husband kissed me slowly, his tongue sliding along my upper lip before pulling reluctantly away. Then he kissed the nape of my neck… my clavicle.. teasing kisses down the cleavage of my breasts… my stomach.. my hip.. my inner thigh.. please just a little closer!!

He was gone. I awoke enough to realize that I was dreaming and left unsatisfied in my lonely bed. At least the clock now showed 6:23 am and light was beginning to trickle through the edges of the curtains where I had lazily and incompletely drawn them shut. I let my mind wander to my husband again and remembered his last task on my list:

“Lay on your hotel bed and finger yourself almost to orgasm and then stuff your panties inside you. Once they are nice and soaked you can finish yourself off (I will need the panties for proof).”

I realized that I was involuntarily squeezing my thighs together. My hand found its way between them and felt the wetness that already seeped between my pussy lips. I sighed and smiled at the sweet gentle pleasure of sliding my fingers between my lips brought. I felt my lips slowly separate as my fingers slid up and over my clit. I focused on the thought of my husbands hungry tongue tasting me. My fingers moved with practiced skill, well trained over years to bring me pleasure. They made circles on my clit, alternating pressure to different angles to stimulate my engorged clit. As tension built I slid two fingers from my other hand into my soaking pussy. I moaned as I pressed against my upper wall and felt the spread of pleasure out of my g-spot. I was quickly moving towards orgasm and release. I slid a third finger in my pussy, enjoying the feeling of being filled and the stretch fighting against my tightening muscles. I moaned and started to give in even more deeply to the pleasure.

Stop! Where are my panties? I almost forgot the task at hand. Distracted by my own skill at self-pleasure… my younger self might be impressed and jealous of my skills. It took my a minute of running around the room to find them. They were by the window where I had stripped them off yesterday. I ran back to my bed. I spread my legs wide and pushed the silky fabric into the wetness of my pussy. I was desperate to get back to my playing which only made me wetter. The panties quickly soaked through and I pulled them out in desperation. Four fingers plunged into my pussy. My right hand danced on my clit with vicious energy.. wanting more.. more…

I felt it rising in me slowly at first… then rushing… building… ooohhhhhh fmmmmm… AHHHHHHhhhhhhhh uughhhhhh…

Primal moans of ecstasy escaped me as I climaxed. My orgasm so sweet that a tear slid out of the corner of my right eye. I needed the release. I missed my husband so much but I was grateful for the list and the encouragement and love I felt. I got on my hands and knees and stuck the soaked panties in my mouth. I grabbed my phone and took a pic of me with the panties hanging out of my mouth. I texted it to him:

“Hey, hun. Competed your to do list. See you later tonight when I get home. Love you!”

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7 replies
  1. Lovingcouple920 says:

    Did you enjoy the feeling of your panties stuffed inside your pussy? I love the feeling of a soft pair of panties against my pussy but never stuffed them inside.

  2. hottyflygirl says:

    Honestly I don't really remember how my panties felt inside me. It wasn't really the feeling of them inside that turned me on but more the situation and knowing that my husband would get so turned on once he saw my soaked panties. I loved following his instructions and knowing how much he would love hearing about it. It also made it feel like he was there controlling me (in a good way 😉 ).

  3. Lovingcouple920 says:

    Thanks for answering my question. I know exactly what you mean, I really enjoy taking on my husband's dares. There have been a couple of times that I have taken off my panties to show him how wet they were or I left him a pair under his pillow or in his suitcase to jerk off with while we were away from each other.

  4. copen1 says:

    What an awesome series hottyflygirl! I enjoyed each one and I hope you continue to write.

  5. Old Lover says:

    Great reminder of the turn-on for my Anne and me in our younger days when I would stuff her wet pussy with her panties as she fervishly massaged her clit to an orgasm. Thanks – your story got my creative juices going, again! I'm planning this panty party in cumming days . . . Anne will love to cum all over her panties in her filled-up cunt. Then I'll slowly pull them out of her throbbing pussy and wrap her soaking panties around the head of my cock as I pump her panties full of my hot cum!

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