Chapter 1

I was at my mother-in-law’s house for a holiday weekend with my wife and our two children. It’s an older home on a lake, the perfect getaway. Megan, her mom, is a stunningly beautiful woman in her early 60s. With long, straight blonde-brown hair brushing her shoulders, bright green eyes, and a warm smile that lights up any room. She works out with friends doing Pilates, yoga, walking, and she’s the kind of woman who always freshens up before company arrives. If I’m honest, she’s always turned me on a little. Her husband passed before my wife and I met; he left her very well off, so she’s comfortable and taken care of.

On the second day, my wife took the kids to meet an old friend for a mom-and-kid playdate. I was happy to stay behind, relax, and enjoy the lake after a long week in construction. Megan was heading out too, to a coffee date with her ladies’ group. Once everyone left, I decided to jump in the shower and clean up. I toweled off, then went to drop the towel in the laundry hamper.

In the hamper, I noticed three beautiful satin bikini panties: one navy, one black, one pink. The fabric was so shiny it almost looked wet. Megan had a sexy side, no boring granny panties here. My mind raced like I’d struck gold. I’ve had a panty fetish since I was 12. Married life and kids mean I haven’t indulged much lately, but my wife and I have an active sex life, so my needs usually get met. Still, old habits die hard.

I reached down and lifted the panties from the hamper, running my hands over them one by one. The slippery, cool satin felt incredible against my palms. I brought each pair to my nose: clean soap and jasmine lotion, just like Megan. Heavenly. My cock started swelling. When I got to the navy ones, they were still a little damp, probably slipped off right before she dressed for the day. In my horny state, I pressed my tongue to the wet spot. My cock jumped hard as the sweet, musky taste of her pussy flooded my mouth, warm and tangy from her body heat.

Guilt flickered, but the horniness erased it instantly. I was alone for hours. I had to take advantage.

I gathered my treasures and headed back to the guest room. The door wouldn’t latch properly. It stayed open a crack. I tried to force it shut, then gave up. I was alone. I had time.

I stripped off my shorts and T-shirt, tossing them aside like trash. I chose the black ones first. I slid them on slowly. The lace trim at the waistband and the seam up the back glided across my skin, electrifying. The smooth, cool satin hugged my balls just right, the seam pulling snug into my ass crack and teasing my hole. My cock, rock-hard now, poked past the waistband, the lace edge tickling the sensitive underside of the head. A thick bead of precum welled at the tip, then rolled slowly down my shaft, cooling before soaking into the satin.