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You like wearing panties for me, and I love seeing you in them, so, please baby, wear them for me! Again it was another Monday. This day, I saw a pile of nylon, satin and lace next to the panties, and picked the top one up to reveal a pale pink camisole with white lace trim. So, that's us. Thanks to my dear wife, I had a nice collection of satin stories, a pair of pink silk pajamas with lashings of lace all over, and several peignoirs, including one suitable for a bride's wedding night! When I protested, weakly, she replied, "Well, you into me shaved down there, why can't you repay the favor?

After we both calmed down, we talked about what to do, and Connie once again took charge, and reminded me about panties house out in the country that we had seen and forced in love with the week before while "aimlessly" driving around on a Saturday afternoon. I gave my final task for the company my undivided attention, which meant 12 to 16 hours at work every day, and often on Saturday. If it meant sex with my beautiful wife, I would have done darn near anything!

In the back of mind, though, I did notice one thing. Needless to say, 3 weeks later we moved from a small in-town apartment, into our own dream home. User Name. Well, I was getting out after this, so I wanted to go out on top of a success. I got home on a Monday night, and there was my beautiful, sexy, and devious wife waiting at the door in a silvery-blue silk teddy that clung to her curves like it was painted on.

Sex was cut way back as I was exhausted in the evenings, and we sort of dropped back into vanilla sex on Sundays. Fast forward again to October. One Monday morning, as I was getting ready for work, I opened my dresser drawer, and instead of my underwear, it was full of pastel colored, nylon panties. That, though, changed to every night after a while.

Or, not-so-good as things turned out! Once again, I thought that I was on top of things, and had no idea that I was nothing but a pawn in a chess game being played by a very sexy master of the game.

Now for the next two weeks, all I wore under my clothes were panties, and I had to admit, the feeling of my hairless balls and ass in the nylon was pretty great! After that night, nothing of the sort happened for a week, and sex went back to good, but sort of plain vanilla.

Remember Me. Gallery's Feed. A pair of pink panties with black trim was the closest.

Why do you think I don't like to give you a blow job? I always figured that it was a present that she could unwrap first, and then I get to unwrap it later! As my wife snapped off the disposable rubber gloves that she had used to spread the cream, she told me to stand there for twelve minutes, and then get a shower, using her loofah to get all that nasty hair gone. Drying myself off, I was amazed at how different it felt with no hair, and almost came on the spot when I pulled that silk up over my smooth legs, and how it flowed around my shoulders and back.

Now I have to admit that this project was near and dear to my heart, as it stemmed from one of my proposals. Just as casually, she slid the delicate undergarment down her long, beautiful legs, and with a flip of her foot, launched them at me on the bed.

Boy did this peak my curiosity!!! All the plain panties were gone, and in their place was an array of frilly, fancy, and sort of sissy-styled panties.

The next change wasn't a Monday, but a Thursday night. Yeah, you bet, I had fallen into the trap, and wasn't even looking for a way out! When I asked Connie what was going on, she just smiled, and sort of purred, "Well. Now I was about to say that I didn't mind it when she wore heels, and was taller than me, because I'm secure in my manhood. Again this went on for a few weeks, until it felt sorta normal. I was working as a mid-level mechanical engineer for a large engineering company, and Connie was working as a customer service rep panties a national insurance company.

You see, I'm a sucker for lingerie. After several months of this, she looked at me sitting on the bed, once again wearing the white silk panties with that sexy black lace trim. Fast forward now, about 4 months. Neither one of us made piles of money, but together, we made enough to afford into we needed, and to slowly acquire the things we wanted.

I caught them, and held them to me nose without even thinking, my hard on bobbing in front of me, informing Connie just how much I was enjoying the forced scent. Sex with my story had never been better, and I was learning to equate the feeling of lingerie hugging my body with the best orgasms of my life.

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I didn't know if I was looking forward to these days, or dreading them, but I knew that the sex was hot, and if wearing different underwear that no one ever saw but Connie and me, story then, the hell with it! Under my tee-shirt and heavy oxford dress shirt, there was not a hint as to what I was wearing, and you guessed it, from then on, it was panties and a matching cami every day. Me, I'm slender, with a mop of blonde hair, with hazel eyes to her gray- forced set. I called Connie every night, and she gave me the news that she had been doing a bit of remodeling and decorating.

Needless to say, I planned to follow panties I pulled out a pair of full cut, baby blue, satin panties with lace around the leg openings, and four rows of lace across the ass, a pair of pale lilac nylon bikini panties decorated with lace, seed pearls, and white satin bows, a white satin thong that had a sort of sheer skirt or veil hanging from the rear, and a pair of ivory satin panties with what looked like laces up the back in pink! She casually began to rub her shaved pussy into the thin silk, smiling at me in a most enticing manner.

Story's Feed. Along came another Monday, I opened up the drawer, and once again, was confused.

With a matching bed jacket and a pair of white high-heeled sandals, she was so beautiful and sexy, it took my breath away. Now on to what happened. Still, I was enjoying the whole thing, and my regular underwear was just in another drawer, if I should change my mind. Now Connie is a slender, small breasted lady who is perfectly put together, into her long, lustrous black hair, to her small, perfect, and perfectly pedicured feet. We rented a small apartment, and were devoted to each other.

That next Friday, though, she repeated the episode, with a pair of peach satin panties, and the sex jumped from plain vanilla, to a banana split with whipped cream and two cherries! While I was tied up at work on a forced project for the government, we decided, or maybe I should say, Connie decided that she story handle the move and the new furniture and decorations for the house.

That way you can understand what I'm talking about It all started about 3 years ago, panties six months after Connie and I got married. After a couple months, though, Connie was back at it with the lingerie, and even though I was tired, she managed to get me into satin and frillies at least two nights a week, and I was still wearing panties to work every day, although since it was now summer, and I was wearing open collared shirts, the camis were out for a while.

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Well, I've been forcibly feminized, cuckholded, and, now my status was going from bad to worse. When I stepped out of the shower, I saw that she had laid out one of her pink bath sheets, and that not only were the panties on the little table, but the bed jacket as well.

What a fool I was! I'm 5'7", and she is an inch shorter. She had stepped into the bedroom in a pair of white silk panties with black lace that I had bought her at Victoria's Secret. I was keeping my body hairless, and now, when I wanted to initiate sex, I would go into her drawer, or into the hamper, and put on a pair of panties, and sometimes at her urging, at first one of her sexy little chemises, or baby doll nightie. This was a 3 week trip, and when I got home, I knew I would be home for good.

I was a'wearin' panties, pardner! So, when I tell you that I was secure in my manhood, I'm not too sure if I really had any manhood! I just stared at these, and dozens more of the girliest, sexiest, panties I had ever seen! Again I demurred, Connie purred, and an hour later I was on my way to work in baby blue, satin sissy panties! Then I was supposed to pull those cute little cock-hardening panties back on, and get my ass back into bed!

We were married about 8 months or so, when the whole thing really got going. A minute or two later found me naked in the bathroom, with depilatory cream spread on both legs, my crotch, ass, and underarms. I ate her to several orgasms, and after we made love, ate her to another, oblivious to the fact that I as swallowing my own cum. Then I get to take them off you! If she tossed me a pair of panties, they went on like a shot. I'm also a wool fetishist, so you may come accross this type of topic around here too Hope you'll like it!

There was not one pair of black or red panties in the bunch. When I got into bed, she was all over me like a lioness on a wounded zebra! I quickly pulled the soft panties up my legs, and settled them in place, my hard on making a white silk tent. I planned on "retiring" in about 4 months, following the completion of this project, so that was really story by me.

Of course Connie quit her job, as we didn't need the small income that she brought in. This continued for into 3 or 4 months, with me in panties and a cami forced day, keeping my body smooth, and occasionally wearing a nightie to bed.

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Our sex that evening was some of the wildest ever. Nothing radical, just sort of everyday panties, well, everyday for a woman! Connie and I are about the same height. I came home to find Connie already there, with a letter and a rueful smile. Our devotion and financial situation, though, changed drastically, although I'm still not sure which changed first.

Dear Diary's Feed. Now I was hooked. You see, I still thought that I had some control over the situation. I asked what she had done, and she told me that I would just have to wait and see what she had done, but she was sure my libido would like it.