“Good morning, baby!” shouted my wife, Lynn, waking me up.
“Huh?.. Eh?... Good morning...” I said blearily, struggling to orient myself back to consciousness.
Lynn had always been a morning person. It was one of those things I found mildly annoying but also quite endearing about her. I had no idea how she always woke up with so much energy. It always took me a little longer to ease into the day, so she would get up first and occupy herself in the kitchen. By the time I got out of bed, there was usually coffee and breakfast waiting for me. Cooking was a love-language of hers. It was one of the perks of being married to this wonderful woman. This morning, however, she had brought our meal into the bedroom on a serving tray before my feet had even touched the floor.
“Breakfast in bed!” she announced, with an excited grin. I noticed she was wearing one of my shirts. It was large on her, hanging nearly down to her knees. She wore it with the sleeves rolled up, and unbuttoned so that her breasts were covered, but her center was exposed. Below, she’d put on a pair of my underwear - tighty-whitey cotton briefs. Like the shirt, they were loose and poorly fit her. I wasn’t sure why she’d decided to put them on, but I knew she had a playful nature and imagined that it probably amused her to dress up in my clothes. After all these years together, I’d learned to take her whimsy in stride.
“Aw, thanks, babe,” I said, smiling back, grateful for both the food and for her.
I sat up, and Lynn rested the tray on my lap while I steadied it with my hands. I surveyed what she’d made for us - poached eggs Hollandaise over smoked salmon and capers on toasted English muffins with fried tomato slices seasoned with salt, pepper, and oregano, and cool sweet chunks of fresh cantaloupe on the side, along with a nice big mug of coffee for each of us. Lynn climbed into bed next to me, cuddling up close.
“This looks delicious,” I complimented her, and then added, “and so do you.” I turned my head and gave her a quick peck on the lips. “What’s the occasion?”
“No occasion. I just felt like doing something special for my man to start his day off right today,” she said cheerfully.
“Thanks,” I said around a bite of food. “This is really great. I love you.”
“I love you, too, babe.”
We ate and chatted about pleasant nothings as the sun peaked through the window blinds. When we finished, Lynn picked up the tray and set it on the nightstand. Then she leaned over the side of the bed, so that her beautiful ass was up in the air. I reached over and cupped on of her cheeks in my hand, giving it a gentle squeeze and a pat.
“I got you something,” she said, pushing herself back up into sitting position. She had retrieved a small pink bag from under the bed with the words ‘Victoria’s Secret’ printed on it.
“What’s that?” I asked curiously.
“What do you think?” she responded sarcastically. She reached into the bag and withdrew a pair of rose-red silk panties with an intricate lacy trim. They looked fancy and expensive. She handed them to me.
“These are for me?” I asked as I accepted the panties from her. I held them out in front of me, confused. “I mean, thanks babe, but I don’t think they’re gonna fit me. And like... I’ve never really been into wearing women’s clothes. That’s not really my thing.”
“They’re not for you to wear, silly,” she explained.
“Oh,” I said, feeling a little relieved. “You’ll wear them?”
“Mhm,” she nodded with an impish look in her eyes.
“How come you’re not wearing them now?” I asked. “Why are you wearing my underwear instead?”
“I had this idea- I mean, I was reading about it in one of my stories,” she explained. One of Lynn’s guilty pleasures was reading trashy erotic fiction online. I never minded since the upshot was that every once in a while she’d discover some inspiration to spice up our sex life. “So, I was thinking... like, it would be kind of hot if we got a little dirty today.”
“What do you mean?” I asked cautiously.
“Well, in this story...” she said. Her hand slipped beneath the shirt and began to fondle one of her breasts. “It’s about this guy and this girl, and they have sex...” I watched as she pinched and pulled on her nipple. “And he asks her where she wants him to cum...” Now the other breast was receiving her attention. “And so she gets him to cum in her panties. Not in her pussy, but right into her panties...” Her hand slid down from her chest and plunged beneath the waistline of the briefs she was wearing. “And then it tells about how she wore them all day, feeling his cum all over her pussy, and how hot and dirty it made her feel...”
Lynn took the panties from my hands, then reached beneath the covers to take hold of my quickly stiffening cock. She wrapped the panties around my length and began to stroke. At the same time, she continued to move her hand inside the briefs. I could see her knuckles working against the cotton fabric. Her breathing was becoming heavier, and a light flush was spreading out from her collarbones into her face and chest.
