When I was younger and full of piss and vinegar, my fiance at the time said I was getting too aggressive with her. Of course, I dismissed it. She was a psych major working on doctrine so she definitely had the upper hand at times, mensa CRAP! She started using sex as a bargaining chip to open up communication, and boy did it work. She brought up the aggression thing again, except this time she had my FULL attention. Every day she was running some sort of psych exam on my activities as she said I was way above the activities of lab rats. (geez thanks) Then out came a pair of black satin panties.

Followed by, “I want to try something.” (Her presentation was very well practiced.) “Wear these for tonight and great sex….”

Blah blah blah. Just gimme the damn things.

On they went. This was the first time I ever wore anything female related. Was very awkward yet I was very aware of the material on certain parts. In the mornings she woke before me as she had a lengthy distance to her company. I worked around the corner. when I went downstairs to get coffee, next to coffee maker was a case study about men and panties and the changes they caused. Now, this was about 25 years ago and the base number for heterosexual panty wearing was about 8% in married males.

Was an interesting read. I called her and said I would give it a shot. (I swore I heard laughing) After a month or so I personally couldn’t tell if anything about me changed. She informed me differently. Stated I didn’t fly off the handle as much dealing with idiots who work at local stores. And when we were in a group of family or friends that I was less talkative and what she called, thinking before I spoke… blah blah more stuff… then

“Yeah your more attentive in the bedroom.”

I was and still am never selfish here. Always made sure she was well taken care of before I climaxed. But the one noticeable difference was that I was aware of wearing panties and that affects every aspect of your life! I guess this, in turn, took me down a notch or two and wasn’t so quick to speak my mind so to say. So yeah they work wonders. Now years down the road when I meet someone new, and there is a connection, my mouth opens up and out comes the

“I wear panties.”

Which of course gets the “No you don’t!” and the ever so important, single word response of “Why?”.

I learned a long time ago that secrets crush relationships. And having a huge one, like panties, is not a way to start things out. So there you have it in a nutshell. Yeah, I wear panties. Makes me no less of a man, if anything improved me. OR DID IT? Fast forward another 10 years. Dr. Quack gone, life in shambles, meet someone within a year. Of course, things starting clicking and my mouth opened up and said those words I dread to this day.

“I wear panties.”

She literally pissed herself laughing. She was cool with it and thanked me for telling her. Fast forward another year and it’s down the isle, again! Things were great for about 5 years till I was unable to work due to a nerve condition that dulled my sense of touch, walking, erections, you know the important stuff that makes you human. Then the downward spiral. Her phone going off hundreds of times a day. Whispering, coming home late, lack of affection and the coffin nail no communication. Rather than taking aggression out on her (damn panties) I was going to attempt to document what was going on. I worked in the IT field for many years.

In that time I obtained vast amounts of knowledge. Of course, I used it to get into her phone. Call and text records erased. But saw not 1 or 2, but 3 new email addresses. What really broke my heart was the emails with pics of many BBC’s. Not only did I set myself up for cuckolding, I was wearing the panties! I can deal with anything except lying, which she had down to an art. Followed her a few times when she said she was going out with the girls from the office.

Right to the ghetto, in a parking lot under dim light, I watched my love get DP’d right on the hood of the car. Unable to watch anymore, went home. Anger was usually the first feeling to appear first, but not this time. The infidelity I could deal with, it was the deception and lying had to stop. She got home about an hour later.

“Did you have a good time honey?”

She responded, “Sure did, the best!”

Was in the bathroom changing into her PJ’s, came out jumped in bed, kissed me on the cheek, rolled over with her back to me and said good night. I could smell the cum on her breath and she now kissed me, I rubbed the filth off. While she was at work I had planned a confrontation. As soon as she got home I started in or her. She confessed it all and more. Even without my little dick unable to get hard, I pleasured her so much that I thought she would never want.

Her bottom line was that she needed cock. Told her I was concerned for her safety and there was no reason to leave the house, she agreed. In the morning I awakened with the wife rubbing a pair of satin panties on my limp dick. I told her that it didn’t work like that anymore and pulled out the magic wand. Showed her exactly what it took to make me cum.

“Good boy.” was muttered and she bounced off the bed to go to work. About 2 hours later I received a text. “I don’t think I will be able to get you off like that.”

texted back understandable.

“So your good with panties and a vibrator?”

Responded back “I guess so.”

A few moments later received, “Good, I’m bringing cock home.”

I just cringed and went on to run errands. Was a little longer than I planned. When I got home I saw that she was already home. Went into the house and could hear the pounding and the moaning. Went into my cave and fell asleep. Couple hours later she woke me and tried to kiss me. I pushed her away and told her to go brush her teeth and get the cum off her face.

She laughed and left my “man” cave. Weeks pass by and at least we are communicating. She seems happier. Acceptance is a very hard pill to swallow sometimes. One day the wife leaves early for work.

I get a text. “I left you a present on the counter in the bathroom.”

Got out of bed, shuffled to the bathroom. On the counter was a pink lingerie bag. Reached in and pulled out 2 bras. I don’t know how women get sizes right, but they were my size. I get another text.

“Did you try them on yet?”

Responded “NO!”

“Why not? You’re already wearing panties. I thought it would aide in getting you off better…. and will complete your outfit. :)”

Replied “OK.”

Put the bra on watching myself in the mirror and a very strange thing occurred. My little dick sprang to attention. Went back to bed and had a good 2-hour session. Went back into the bathroom to put a shirt on, paying close attention to see if bra could be detected. Other than the adjustment sliders, invisible! Ending up falling back to sleep in my bed. Couple hours later the wife’s home, with a cock in hand. They start going to town and I wake up. The wife was generous enough to put her cunt soaked panties on my face before fucking this guy. I look over at her, she looks back and says

“I thought you could use those.”

Meanwhile, dude is drilling for oil, hard. Had to be at least 10 inches and the wife was loving every inch. I got up and went to my cave. Fast forward a couple years. I figure one less thing I have to do. At least she fucks them and kicks them out. Now the wife had a great big F cup rack and the B cup bras weren’t cutting it for me. So I decided to get a custom bra made.

A 48Z! Made my own 37 pounds a piece breast forms, 18″ protrusion, 42″ around (each) and a bust of 162″. I only wear in the house and I felt like I should have had them from birth. They fill the void and somewhat complete me. I have accepted them as mine and the wife even like them. She’s thinking about getting a boob job. So here I am. Happily content. But still, I wonder what would have occurred if I kept my damn mouth shut.

 

The End.

 

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