u/lcbjr1979

I’m 40, married, still in decent shape, and I’ve got a dirty little habit. When my husband’s friends come over, I “forget” to put pants on. Just one of his old shirts and a pair of panties.

Sometimes the shirt rides up when I reach for something. Sometimes I bend over a little longer than I need to. I know exactly what it does to them. I can feel their eyes on my ass, on the outline of my pussy through the thin fabric. Every single one of those guys wants to fuck me, and the thought of it makes me wet every damn time.

Last night was no different. Three of his closest buddies were over drinking and watching the game. I walked around in a loose white button-down and black lace panties the whole time. I poured drinks, laughed at their jokes, let the shirt slip off one shoulder, sat on the arm of the couch with my legs crossed just so. The usual teasing. My husband just smirked and shook his head like he always does. He knows I like the attention.

Around midnight I went into the bathroom to pee and change into something more comfortable. I opened the hamper to toss my shirt in and there they were a pair of my dirty panties from earlier in the day, the ones I’d worn to the gym. Except they weren’t just dirty anymore.

Someone had left their load in them. A thick, sticky load right in the crotch. Still wet.

My heart started pounding. I stood there staring at it, then without thinking I brought them up to my face and sniffed. Definitely not my husband’s. His cum has a different smell. I touched it with my finger, then put it in my mouth.

It was salty, a little bitter, warmer than I expected. Fresh. Someone in my house had just shot a load into my panties while I was right there in the living room, and the thought made my clit throb so hard I had to lean against the sink.

Suddenly, the dirtiest thought popped into my head. I scooped some more up with finger and began to finger myself. I never thought I would have anyone’s cum in except my hubby’s cum. But here I am fingering myself with an another man’s cum.

I didn’t wash them. I folded them carefully and tucked them into the pocket of my robe, then walked back out like nothing had happened.

The rest of the night I was on fire. I kept circulating, refilling beers, sitting closer than usual, laughing a little louder, letting my robe open just enough when I leaned forward. I looked at each of them the way they shifted in their seats, the way their eyes kept dropping to my thighs trying to figure out which one of them had done it.

Which one had the balls to sneak into the bathroom, grab my dirty panties, and cum in them while the rest of us were ten feet away.

Every time one of them smiled at me a little too long or adjusted himself, my mind went straight back to the taste still on my tongue. I got so wet I could feel it on my thighs.

I still don’t know who it was.

But I’ve decided I’m not going to throw those panties away. They’re still sitting in my nightstand drawer. And the next time the boys come over, I might just leave a fresh pair in the bathroom hamper… and see if it happens again.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​