The Waiting Game
My thumb hovered over the send button on our private app. The message was simple, but I knew the effect it would have.
*Just so you know, I’m wearing the pretty panties you like.*
I hit send and waited, a slow smile spreading across my lips. The house was quiet, but I wasn’t lonely. I was anticipating. The panties themselves were a delicious secret under my simple skirt. They were barely there, really. A tiny triangle of black lace at the front, and then… a string. A single, thin string, no thicker than a shoelace, that disappeared between my legs. I’d positioned it just right, pulling it tight so it nestled perfectly against my sensitive parts, creating a constant, teasing pressure. Every small shift I made sent a little jolt of pleasure through me. It felt wicked to be so exposed, so ready, while going about my evening.
The sound of the key in the lock was my favorite song. He didn’t even say hello, just dropped his bag by the door and crossed the room in three long strides. His eyes were dark & hungry.
“Show me,” he growled, his voice low.
I leaned back against the kitchen counter, a playful challenge in my eyes. I slowly lifted the hem of my skirt, inch by agonizing inch. His gaze followed the fabric, and when the panties came into view, he let out a soft groan. The black lace contrasted sharply with my skin, and I was trimmed neatly, putting everything on display. The string was taut, a perfect line pulling my lips apart, a front wedgie that was both art and pure filth.
“You’re so perfect,” he breathed, his fingers tracing the line of the string. The feel of his knuckles brushing against my inner thigh made my breath hitch.
“You like it?” I asked, my voice a little shaky. “It feels… intense. Having so little on. Feeling this tight against me all afternoon.”
He didn’t answer with words. He dropped to his knees, his hands gripping my hips as he buried his face against me. The rough fabric of his jeans against my bare skin was a shock, but his mouth… his mouth was heaven. He didn’t hesitate, his tongue finding me right through the thin, soaked string. The direct, wet pressure was overwhelming. He licked and sucked, making the fabric wetter and wetter, his mouth sloppy and insistent. It was a messy, glorious feast.
“Get up here,” he commanded, lifting me effortlessly onto the cool granite of the kitchen counter. I spread my legs, bracing my hands behind me. He dove back in, this time pulling the string aside to get at me directly. His tongue was everywhere—circling, flicking, plunging inside me. One hand slid up my body to pinch a nipple through my shirt while the other gripped my butt, holding me open for his mouth. The orgasm built fast, a tight coil in my belly that snapped with a cry. I shattered against his face, my thighs shaking, my body arching as the pleasure washed over me in waves.
As I came down, panting, I pulled my shirt over my head, revealing the matching black lace bra. His eyes went wide, his gaze glued to my chest. He stood up, his chest heaving, his erection straining against his pants.
“My turn,” I whispered, reaching for his belt. I freed him, and he was hard and ready. I wrapped my hand around his thick length, my thumb swirling over the sensitive tip. He watched me, his adoration plain on his face. He just adored my body, every inch of it, and it made me feel powerful. I started to stroke him, slow and firm at first, then faster. The sight of me in just the bra and those tiny panties, plus my hand working, was all it took. With a guttural moan, he came, spilling hotly over my hand and onto my stomach.
He collapsed against me, his forehead resting on my shoulder, his body trembling. “I adore you,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.
I just smiled, holding him close. The pretty little panties had done their job.
Another erotic masterpiece. Thank you!
Great story! My wife feels sexy in revealing lingerie! And I love seeing her in it too! The story depicts a sexy ‘n erotic lovemaking session that does not include penis in vagina. I think it’s important to realize that it is still clearly a lovemaking experience! Making love can happen in many many ways.
I don't want you to give me wrong Sabrina. I actually love your stories and your words do create a delicious imagination of what you look like.
As a not so perfect bodied woman I have like many other women found that not everything works for me.
For years I had resorted to wearing comfortable fitting underwear and shied away from anything sexy.
After having my husband who long for me too wear something sexy he would buy me lingerie that was ill-fitting or uncomfortable.
One of the things that occurred in our marriage as a result of ours sexual revolution, was to shop for lingerie together. It helped me to gain more insight into what he wanted to see me in and him to gain more insight as to what wouldn't work with my body.
What we wear is affected by what we feel about ourselves. For instance a man who is skinny might not wear muscle shirts or has an average to small size penis would not wear things that let on that he's not that large.
Women who have small breasts or are flat chested might not wear a bra that promotes what she doesn't have. It's a matter of wearing what we feel sexy in.
Not to say that those previous examples can't be sexy at all.
However society and to a larger extent porn has pushed certain standards for being desirable or sexy.
One of a husband or wives main duties, (and I hate using the word duties for this because it sounds like something you have to do when you don't want to)
But one of the main characteristics of a husband or wife is to make sure every day that they find their spouse desirable and sexy.
By and large the majority of people alive have faults or shortcomings but love doesn't see those things.
When both practice daily the art of reinforcement with their words and actions it creates the atmosphere which both want. It's the promotion of the positives and the things that we love about our spouse that create and build up a relationship.
After all revolution we began to shop for lingerie together for both of us. I have saw things that I would like to see him in as well. (Wearing sexy clothing is not just the wifes thing. Women like seeing their husbands and things that are sexy). And same as a woman, it has to be something that they are comfortable wearing and that you truly enjoy them in.
Again Sabrina, this isn't anything against you or any other woman who has a beautiful body. But this is just stating the fact for a lot of us who don't have that fit luscious body. Although I can tell you my husband certainly does think mine is luscious. As I do his!
So whether you're a male or a female reading this, it's your job to make sure your partner feels sexy. And it's your job to do all you can to be sexy for each other.
As for the sexting…. YESSS…
However be extremely careful. One only has to wonder how many women don't realize that their photos are online.
Use precaution, take steps to ensure your privacy.
Anybody who has read our stories knows about our exploits.
Thank you for sharing the love story that you would have with your husband. It is a beautiful one to read about.
Lady L. ♥️
Thongs are not my style either. But I respect a lady who can pull it off (no pun intended.) Yes sexy lingerie is a TURN ON just to wear. The world sees a nice grandmother with granny panties and an industrial strength bra. But I know what is really underneath!
What a beautiful comment, Lady L. I appreciate you sharing your perspective so openly.
I don't typically give much description of my body other than generalities. Partly because I believe the magic happens in the reader's imagination, and partly because I've never claimed to have some "perfect" physique. I don't have a perfect body. I have soft spots and lines and all the marks of a real woman who's lived in her skin.
But that has never kept my husband and me from having a ravenous, passionate sex life. He adores my imperfect body. Every curve, every softness, every part of me that I might have once criticized in the mirror. And there's something powerful about watching him enjoy me, about seeing his desire for exactly what I am.
I love that you and your husband found your way to shopping together. That communication is where the real intimacy lives. You're right that it's not about having a "fit luscious body" by some arbitrary standard. It's about being seen, being wanted, being known by the person who matters most.
Making each other feel desirable is a daily practice. Not a duty, but a privilege. We get to choose to see our partners through eyes of desire and build that atmosphere where we both feel safe and sexy.
Thank you for reading and for sharing your own beautiful love story. The fact that your husband finds your body luscious and you find his, that is the victory.
With love,
Sabrina Marx