Colin Johnson - The panty lovers

Birindelli was not far behind, having held back and waited precisely for this moment. As he felt Ann's body begin to jerk convulsively and the hotly seeping walls of her vagina clasp desperately at his heavily pistoning cock, he let go entirely, giving himself over completely to the most powerful orgasm he had ever experienced and pumping his thick viscous cum into her feverishly gasping body.

Feeling utterly spent and satisfied, Ann held weakly on to the table as the burly advertising executive emptied his aching loins into hers. All she wanted now was to crawl into a soft warm bed somewhere and sleep for about three days.

At last Birindelli pulled his slowly deflating penis out of her cum-drenched pussy and she gradually lifted herself into an upright position and pulled up her cum-soaked panties.

"Better get back out there before LaFarge gets suspicious," he ordered her briskly, as if nothing had happened. "But when he quits for the night, I'll be waiting in your bedroom for some more of that good stuff! And bring your panties!"

"Where's that motherfucker LaFarge?" asked Birindelli suddenly wide awake, all business and ready for action the moment he opened his eyes.

Feeling lazy and strangely happy, Ann had been lying awake for some time, enjoying the warmth of the morning sun and the comfort of the big double bed while she stared dreamily at the ceiling, relaxed and at peace with herself. She decided to ignore Birindelli for the moment and continue with her own thoughts.

What do you have to be happy about? she asked herself accusingly, her life-long puritanical moralistic sense coming quickly to the surface. You should be ashamed of yourself instead of lying here smiling away like a simpleton! You have just passed the most sin-filled night of your life, doing things with two strange men which you never even dreamed of doing with your own dear husband. So why are you so happy?

Why indeed? Ann ran her tongue lightly over her bruised, red lips, noting that she could still detect the pungent male taste of dried cum and she grinned to herself as she remembered how it had gotten there. Why indeed? She answered herself back as if there were two separate people in her head conducting a debate. I'm happy because I've been really satisfied for the first time in my life. At last I know what sex is all about! Before last night, I was in kindergarten and now, all of a sudden, I feel like I'm going to college. The stuff Frank has in his medical books is only half the story and the dull half too!

"What are you grinning about?" demanded Birindelli, his curiosity aroused by the sly, secret smile on her face. The big, burly corporation executive rolled over on one side, kicking the sheet off his hairy muscular body, and looked at me buxom young model lying unashamedly naked beside him.

"I'm grinning because I have just realized that there is more to sex than the missionary position, a couple of quick jabs and then a good night's sleep," she confessed, no longer feeling shy about discussing such a personal matter.

"I could have told you that," boasted Birindelli casually, lightly running his fingers over the swollen mounds of her breasts and playing absentmindedly with the sensitive brown nipples. "You mean it took Jacques LaFarge to teach you that fucking can be fun?"

"Well, you did some teaching too, as I recall," she reminded him tartly, blushing at her own boldness.

"I guess I did," Birindelli admitted. "But LaFarge did the pick-and-shovel work, damn his hairy French balls! By the way, congratulations on the performance you put on last night. You almost had me convinced you'd never gone down on a man before."

"It wasn't exactly an act," Ann confessed honestly. "I never had done it before and the idea of letting a man put his… his penis into my mouth just disgusted me. I knew I was going to have to do it eventually, but I guess I wouldn't have last night if he hadn't used the belt on me."

"And now?" prompted Birindelli.

"And now I guess I could do it without being beaten," she admitted with a giggle.

"Hmmmmm, you're going to regret having told me that," he informed her with a broad lascivious smile. "I'm only sorry that I don't have the time to put you to the test right now, but I have other fish to fry. Or should I say French-fry? Anyway, you get dressed and get out of here. I want to be alone with LaFarge when I show him the pictures. Call me tonight and I'll let you know whether we won or lost."

"Tell me something," questioned Ann as she began gathering up her clothing from the floor. "I know it's none of my business, but suppose he just laughs at you and refuses to sign?"

"He'll sign," affirmed Birindelli confidently. "I've got enough photographic evidence to make sure that he signs with Wonder-Wear for many a year."

"But why should he be that sensitive to blackmail? After all, he's French! Suppose he tells you to go jump in the lake with your dirty pictures?"

"He won't," grinned the executive. "Our friend LaFarge started his career without a penny to his name and built an empire with his wife's money. He supplied the brains all right, but Old Lady LaFarge kept everything in her name. She's as suspicious as the Devil and jealous as hell and if she catches him screwing around, he'll be out on his ass! And he knows it!"

Frank was in the bathtub when Ann came in, and the sound of his splashing gave her an idea. Throwing her coat over a nearby chair, she headed for the bathroom, preparing in her mind the usual excuse about a promotional conference which had lasted until the early morning hours, forcing her to go home with Jenifer rather than face the long, dangerous ride on the subway.

There was no reason for her and Frank to stay in the Middle Ages as far as their love-making was concerned, she told herself. Of course, she could never confess to him how she had learned all that she now knew, but maybe she could put some fun into their marriage!

"Hello, lover!" she called cheerfully, swinging open the bathroom door and finding him seated in hot water up to his waist. He looked mildly surprised at this intrusion since they habitually respected each other's privacy as far as the bathroom was concerned.

"Hi," he replied, a little embarrassed at having her see him completely naked like this. "You had to spend the night in town?"

"Oh, yes," she assured him, trying to imagine what kind of expression she could produce on his face if she were to tell him exactly what she had done downtown that night. "Did you miss me?"

"Well, yeah," he affirmed. "I mean I had to make my own breakfast, but I guess it's worth it for that fat new salary you're getting."

"Well, I'm here now," she replied, a little miffed that he was unable to think of a better reason for missing her than that. "And I've come to scrub my husband's back. Turn around, Doctor!"

Smiling cheerfully, she picked up the soap and a wash-cloth and moved toward him, deciding that he would probably be aroused by the touch of her soft hands on his naked skin.

"Better not," he advised her seriously. "You'll get your dress all wet."

"Then I'll take it off," she countered and quickly stepped out of it, turning to face him clad only in her bra and panties.

"That's not very substantial underwear," Frank commented seriously, studying the Pink Cloud combination that she had modeled so often. "I mean you can see right through it…"

"Would you like me to take it off?" she asked hopefully, her hands on her brassiere.

"No, I didn't mean that," he hurriedly explained. "I just meant that it would be more economical to buy underwear that was sturdier. Besides… well, with that brassiere… your breasts wiggle when you walk, even when you have your dress on. After all, as a doctor's wife, you…"