Chapter 1

It began as an experiment by my boss at work. He decided to diversify the office and appointed me the online mortgage headhunter. What this led to was the freedom to work outside of the office and as months went by I spent more and more time at home than at work. That is a direct opposite of my wife who began working more and more hours at the hospital and I admit left me with far too much time on my hands. This led me to a daily perusal of some of the seamier sites on the web until after a month or so I was hooked continuing to venture farther into that world.

After months of voyeurism on the web, I found a site that offered to ship customers used panties through the mail. Since I was a small boy, I have had an infatuation with sexy, silky underwear and before my marriage I had even bought a pair for the sole pleasure of masturbation. I went back to this site on occasion, but never had the nerve to fill out the form, lest my wife would find out my perversion, a perversion I am sure she would not understand. One day as I was surfing, I noticed a new model on the site. She was a gorgeous blonde with a lovely smile and a fantastic backside and claimed that she would masturbate in her panties then send them sealed in a baggie for a nominal fee. I had the uncontrollable hunger to know what that beauty would smell, and yes, even taste like and with trembling fingers I filled in the form and did the unthinkable; gave out my credit card number. It took me three tries.

The advertisement said three to five days for delivery and I waited anxiously for them to arrive. You're probably wondering why I don't just take out my obsession on my wife's clothing, but she has been brought up very strictly, almost severely and, to my knowledge, has never owned a pair. And in honesty, it just wouldn't have the sense of adventure that goes along with this little endeavor. After three days I became nervous about what I had done, by the fifth day I was on pins and needles. I went back to the site to review my purchase and to my horror I saw that I had typed an 8 in the address instead of a 6. If the package had come, it would have been delivered to the house next door!

The couple who lived next door were not bad people. The husband was a good ole boy from here and was a real nice guy. The wife, however, was another story. She was a stay home wife with three kids who always seemed to have an active feud with other mothers in the neighborhood. She wore clothes that were too expensive for his salary and was usually highly doused with that obsession perfume. My wife referred to her as a bit slutty, but was still polite to her. And this was the woman I would have to confront if I were to get my package.

That night she came over to the house a bit sloshed. I thought for sure she was going to hand me the package and my wife would want me to open it and it would be the most humiliating night of my life. But she came over to talk to my wife about what a bastard everyone was on the street, except us, including her husband who was trying to make peace with some woman who had taken legal action against her.

Ida was dressed in very tight jeans and a sequined black silk blouse with enough buttons undone to let everyone see that she was amply endowed in the chest area. I brought her a drink, intoxicated by the perfume and the push up bra she was revealing to me as I bent over. She wanted to know if we wanted to go out for some drinks. I said yes, my wife a definite no. She hugged my wife out on the porch and apologized for bending her ear back. She looked a little pissed or it was just a flash. She caught me while I was a step down mashing my face into those scented pillows. I was a nervous wreck waiting for the shoe to drop, when she looked into my eyes and began to speak.

"Why couldn't I have found a man like you?" she hugged me again then brushed past me to leave.

"What was that all about?" I sat outside with my wife.

"She thinks that Dan is having an affair with her arch enemy Vera," I noticed my wife's peaches were tightly wrapped in her frumpy sweatshirt.

The next morning I was really high strung as I surfed the net. I came upon the blonde in a number of poses on a different site. They sent me into a frenzy and I needed some kind of release, my pent up emotions from the previous five days didn't help. I went into the hamper and found some of my wife's underwear and took them into the guest room. I lay down and placed the pile upon my face and began jacking off breathing in the aroma until strings of cum burst onto my stomach. As I was leaving, I had the uncomfortable feeling of being watched, I turned quickly but could see nothing through the blinds.

The next morning I went out to get the paper and on my way back I noticed the mailbox lid was raised. To my delight, inside was my package. I was as giddy as a schoolboy tearing the box apart revealing the baggie inside with my treasure. I had not felt this way since the first time I found a Playboy under my father's bed and faked sick so that I could spend all day with it. I pulled up the jpegs of the girl I had saved the previous day and as I went from one pose to the other I held those luscious panties below my nose and sniffed the fragrant aroma.

I jerked off three times that morning, picturing that young thing bent over telling me what to do, where to put my tongue, where to put my dick. It was intoxicating. I tried to concentrate on work, but every few minutes I had to return to those jpegs and those panties. I barely had time to secure my treasure in the closet after I heard my wife's car pull up the driveway. It was our sex night, but my wife was tired and I was relieved to not have to try to get hard again after my day.

The next morning I awoke with a stiffy. Through slits in my eyes, I watched as my wife bent over in her panties to shuck her slacks up her legs. God, I was turning into a pervert, but it was my wife. As soon as the front door shut, I leapt out of bed and went to the closet. I was determined to hold off my ejaculation for as long as I could, teasing myself with the panties throughout the day. After priming myself, I went out to get the paper and I noticed that Ida was working in the garden. She was wearing denim shorts, a sleeveless t-shirt and a straw hat and I caught myself mesmerized by her voluptuous ass, so different than my wife's skinny bum, as she bent over the garden. I could glimpse the sides of her boobs as they hung down within the shirt.

I'm not sure how long I stood there staring, but eventually she turned and gave me a smile and a wave. Embarrassed, I waved back and headed back into the house.

I sat back down at the computer to get some work done, but my mind kept drifting back to Ida and the garden. I went into the guest bedroom where I could peek through the blinds and I had a great view of her ass stretching the confines of the denim. A great idea struck me and I went to the hallway closet and pulled down the binoculars. From my vantage point I could that the jeans didn't quite cover her globes and the bottom eighth of them were displayed. I could see where the denim veed into the crotch and I could see a strip of green and a few black hairs hanging from the threads.

I stripped off my clothing and grabbed my cock in one hand while I panned her entire body with the specs. This was better than the panties in the mail, this was real. I was wanking on my pod and drinking her in and she suddenly got up and stretched. I was spellbound as those enormous orbs stretched the fabric of her shirt, then I realized that she was looking right at my window. I shot my spunk against the wall, turning away for fear the glasses were reflecting. When I looked again she had vanished.

I'm not sure what emotions ran through me at that point. If she saw me she might tell my wife then I would have to explain. I went through the rest of the day in a daze, the last thing on my mind was getting off, so I poured myself into my work and finished a stage of my project. I called my boss and drove down to work to present it that afternoon. When I arrived home it was after five and my face drained of color when I saw out on the porch my wife and Ida drinking screwdrivers and chatting and laughing. Visions of what may have transpired between those two sent me into a dither and I was close to non responsive when my wife called out to me to make more drinks and bring them out. Reluctantly I entered the porch and served the drinks. Both women were half lit giggling and talking like schoolgirls as I stood nerve shaken beside them. They said some demeaning things about men 'little boys with little toys' and how they would do anything to get into girl's panties. Laughing the entire time while I just stood there. A wave of humiliation washed over me and I was mortified to feel the beginning pulse of my cock as it began to harden. But the worst moment was when my wife slapped my ass and ordered me to make more drinks. The gales of laughter assaulted me as I meekly went into the kitchen to stir.

That night my wife took my cock in her mouth. It was a rare occasion, my wife giving head, but tonight was different as she controlled the action with me just lying there. She would lick, jerk, go down on me, start moaning with no discernable rhythm as if by whim. She was pretty drunk so that might have been it. She then began jerking me hard and when she snaked a finger up my ass I came in spurts. She told me to clean up and go to sleep.

The next several days I worked diligently upon my project, the reminder that the panties were in the closet kept gnawing at me. I finally succumbed and, don't even ask me why, but I took the panties down, stripped, and then put them on. The silk felt great against my skin and I was able to get back to work without the itch to do something. I noticed that Ida was out in her garden every morning wearing the same shorts and shirt, but I felt I had dodged a bullet as nothing was said by my wife or her. My wife had mentioned that the other night was just another bitch session between Ida and her feuding neighbors and her dissatisfaction with her husband and she hoped I wasn't too offended.

That Friday, I had finished one more aspect of the project and was planning on having a little fun. As I went out to get the paper, I noticed Ida in a nightgown bending over to get hers. Her nightgown was translucent in the morning sunlight and the curves of her ass were joyously prominent. She appeared to take a little too long bending and even squatted so that her knees separated giving me an unadulterated view of everything. I went back into the house and put on my panties. It was exhilarating knowing that they had touched the young girl's most private places and were now touching mine. I went into the guest room to do a little caressing and noticed out the window that Ida was bent over that garden again. I drank in the globes of her asscheeks peeking out from her shorts for a minute, and then proceeded to lie down in the bed. I began caressing myself through the panties lost in the passion of my imagination when a shadow, like when a plane flies overhead, passed against the window. I bolted up and looked but there was no one there.

As I lay back down the phone rang.

"Could you come over here please," it was Ida "there's a snake in my garden. Please get over here, I'm terrified of snakes."