This story is complete fiction based on some real life events. Names have been changed.
Have been blissfully married to my wife for 12 years, her best friend who stays near us visits often and has 2 daughters of whom I am their god-dad. Her husband and I get along quite well with our love for sci-fi, cars and music. So it was always a good fit as we did not have kids of our own, we welcomed the laughter of the girls in our home.
The girls came over regularly, especially since my wife and I worked from home, they would pop by just after they finished school, sometimes we would go pick them up from school to our place. The liked to use our indoor pool which was heated and they have spent many an hour in that pool swimming and with me watching over them as they grew up.
The younger of the two is called Zoe a fearless, vivacious gung-ho type who is always up for anything. The older one Carol is more quiet and reserved and took me longer to get to know. Both girls call me god-pa. When we first met all those years ago, Carol was 5 and Zoe 3. I have watched Carol grow into a fine woman and Zoe not far behind.
To be honest, I fell for Carol from day one, she was exquisite and very attractive even then. But as I was her god-pa, I really did my best not to have any naughty thoughts about her.
To be honest, I fell for Carol from day one, she was exquisite and very attractive even then. But as I was her god-pa, I really did my best not to have any naughty thoughts about her.
Carol was always long and lean, had legs that stretched forever. It was a privilege for me to watch her grow up. I would be there for her at swim meets, at ballet and her net-ball games. Seeing her grow from an ungainly child into this self-confident woman, made my heart ache. I was torn with pride coming from the father bit and the scandalous thoughts from wanting her perfect body.
I still remember the day I filled in for her dad when she was taking swimming lessons, she was 12 then, she started late, but boy did she have raw talent. I remember having to hold her afloat, her clinging on to me because she thought she would drown, her budding breasts squished against my torso. All too distracting for a grown man… and leading me to thoughts I should never have had in all honesty.
But I kept it cool.. really really cool. I loved her, as my daughter and did not think to act on anything. It was sheer torture sometimes, but just to have her around, it was worth it. I knew her dad would kill me if he ever knew.
Zoe and I had a more normal relationship in the sense that I always saw her as my baby girl and never once did I have any thoughts about anything untoward. Zoe has always liked me to give her tummy rubs, it was god-pa tummy rub rub.. and she would climb on my lap and sit there while I rubbed her tummy. Obviously this became awkward as she grew older, but she still insisted and her parents did not mind, so she would come to me and lie with her head on my lap and ask for tummy rubs. I would oblige and that was all I thought about that. Zoe would lie there and purr like a kitten.
Things took a turn when on Carol’s 15th birthday, her dad suddenly passed away. We were all really shocked by the incident and it left Yvonne, my friends wife devastated. As our house was quite large, my wife invited Yvonne and the girls to stay with us during this difficult time. I was out numbered in the house 4 to 1.
Though I have to say I did not mind. All 4 gorgeous women/girls to share a house with. Initially we were more concerned about taking care of the girls and their mother, we did all the usual, settling them in, helping with funeral preparations, etc. It was only the week after the funeral that my mind was able to wander.
I am the one that normally does the washing in the house as I am particular with how I sort clothes etc. So without much thinking I gathered my own clothes and my wife’s and was heading to the laundry when Yvonne piped up behind me..
Yvonne: Hey houses100 I see you are doing the laundry, could I trouble you to help with ours as I am too drained to do so.
Without thinking I said: sure thing, let me finish my load and I will do yours.
Without thinking I said: sure thing, let me finish my load and I will do yours.
Beep… beep…beep. The washing machine signaled the end of my wash cycle. I got up took out the clothes and hung them out to dry in the sun. I then went back inside the house to look for Yvonne.
I knocked on her door…
Houses: Yvonne, ready for your load..
Yvonne: Sure thing come in..
I opened the door and stopped dead in my tracks. Yvonne’s body was half turned away from me, forming a very nice silhouette. She was only wearing a very thin house dress which has become transparent with the sunlight behind her. No bra, perky breasts and pokey nips all showing, flat stomach.. my jaw dropped. Yvonne still had the body of a 20 something year old.
Yvonne bent down to retrieve the girls clothes and hers from the laundry basket on the floor, as she bent down to pick up the basket, her house dress rode up her bum to give me a peek at her pink panties. Nothing special, just your plain pink panties, but as you all know. This is the sort of view that starts the imagination going. As I looked on I mouthed a silent thank you…
She turned back and handed me the laundry basket and stepped in closer to give me a peck on the cheek.
Yvonne: Thanks Houses..
As she did so, her breast brushed against my forearm.. how much more could one endure.. I quickly bade a hasty retreat and went to do her laundry.
As she did so, her breast brushed against my forearm.. how much more could one endure.. I quickly bade a hasty retreat and went to do her laundry.
With the big basket in my hands I slowly walked to the laundry which was located on the ground floor at the rear of the house, we had a big laundry as my wife liked it big, she wanted space to hang clothes inside should it rain etc. We had lots of bench space and I absent mindedly placed the basket on the bench space in the laundry and started to sort clothes. My mind still lingering on the incident with Yvonne before. To say my shorts did not feel a bit tight was an understatement, it was the first time in over 12 years I had felt another woman’s breast.
I was doing my usual sorting routine separating the whites and the colours. Without looking I picked up the next item of clothing from the basket and could feel it was not cotton, but lacy. Looking down, I saw that it was a pair of panties, but too small to be for Yvonne. They were also pink and had a small stain on the crotch area. Without thinking I immediately put that part of the panty to my nose and took a big whiff. The smell was heavenly, it was then that I realized Carol kept her physical hygiene well, she used perfume down there and she also cleaned well, there was barley a smell of urine but more importantly, there was a sweet musky smell of her.
It was only then that I began to go over the clothes that I had sorted to find all the lingerie and sorted them into three piles according to their sizes. There was a pile for Zoe, a pile for Carol and one pile for Yvonne. I noticed that Yvonne and Carol both had a perchant for expensive underwear. Carol liked Calvin Klein and Yvonne liked to wear Eres by Chanel.
There were three piles of lingerie there, over seven days worth of them. Every perverts dream.
There were three piles of lingerie there, over seven days worth of them. Every perverts dream.
My mind was almost jammed just thinking of all the things that I could do. I was almost frozen with indecision. Who should I start with? Then taking a deep breath, I decided to catalogue my find. I whipped out my phone and started taking pictures of all of the lingerie there.
When I had finished, I had over 75 pictures on my phone. I knew all the sizes of their breasts, their panty’s, I knew colour and material preference and brand. Try as I might, I was still drawn to Carol’s pink lacy panties. They were lacy tanga’s from Calvin Klein and as though I was caught in a trance, I was doing everything in auto pilot. I had noticed that this one had crotch lining which was not sewn so that there was a “pocket” in which I could place my ever hardening little bro. It just made sense at that time, it was the closest place to Carol’s womanhood I would get to for a long time. I took another one of her pantys and put that to my nose and inhaled as I began the slow rhythmic pumping all of us guys are familiar with.
The scent from her panty sending jolts of electricity to the pleasure centres of my brain. Which in turn sent signals to my ever growing member, I must have been the hardest and the biggest I have been in a long time. My penis filling the stretchy pouch of her panty which was my “love cave”. I was slowly increasing the pace, faster and faster till the point of no return.
I was so lost in the moment that I did not even think to pull out from her panties, but unloaded a weeks worth of cum into them, they seeped into the cotton crotch lining and through the lace front. All the while, I was whispering her name and groaned as I came.
All the while, I was whispering her name and groaned as I came.
As I came down from my high, it suddenly dawned on me what I had done. At first I panicked, but then realized I was about to do the laundry. No problems then, I used another one of Carol’s panty’s to clean my penis and purposely used the cotton crotch lining part.
Even after all that, I was still semi-hard as there was a mountain of lingerie in front of me still. I had a quick smell of Zoe’s but as they were still normal cotton panty’s, I quickly moved on to Yvonne’s. She smelt sweet too, like Carol, like mother like daughter. She too used perfume and she too smelt sweet and musky but stronger if you can understand?
Her scent awakened my one eyed snake again and for the second time I was in autopilot mode jerking away in Yvonne’s panties and smelling another pair.
Again, I exploded into the crotch of the panty, leaving another huge deposit, it was as though I did not come the first time at all.
I quickly wiped myself clean with another pair of Yvonne’s panty, using the crotch area as well, then resorted the laundry into the colours, the whites and the blacks. I loaded the whites first and set the machine.
Just as I reached the kitchen, Yvonne came down.
Just as I reached the kitchen, Yvonne came down.
I gave a start as I was still feeling guilty for what I had done.
Yvonne: You ok Houses?
Houses: Yes, you just startled me that is all.
Yvonne: Thank you for helping with the laundry. I really appreciate it.
Without another word, she came over and gave me another hug, she was still braless wearing the same house dress. I felt every curve of hers meld into my body as she hugged me. I returned the hug of course but kept my hands at a very gentlemanly place at the small of her back. Without warning, she burst into tears.
Loud, uncontrollable wails, and her eyes became like leaky faucets tears running down them like a waterfall. She gripped onto me harder, her breasts squashing themselves against my chest.
I was caught in a hard place, between trying to keep my arousal down and trying my best to comfort her.
Thankfully, my wife came down at that time and she took over from me. Not before she noticed the slight bulge in my pants. She led Yvonne away and gave me a frown as she was doing so.
I innocently gave her a “what?” look. I could see her eyes dart down to my nether regions. I just shrugged my shoulders and walked to the study.
I innocently gave her a “what?” look. I could see her eyes dart down to my nether regions. I just shrugged my shoulders and walked to the study.
I was in the midst of altering some architectural drawings, when I heard the beep..beep..beep of the washing machine. I made my way to the laundry and unloaded the whites and hung them out to dry in the sun, I put the coloured clothes in next.
This left me with the black set of clothes, as I could still hear Yvonne sobbing away and my wife consoling her, I got itchy fingers again and started to look for black lingerie. I found Yvonne’s easily, there was a pair that I was immediately taken to. It was a microfibre one, it was nice to touch, I picked it up, put it to my nose, that was when I realized that it had a whole load of dried nectar on the crotch panel. Obviously Yvonne must have masturbated in them recently as the scent was very strong. I just kept smelling them.
It was again doing a number on my little bro which rose again for the third time that morning. No way I was going to pump this one out, I needed some human contact. I wondered if my wife was up to doing anything with Yvonne in the house. I reluctantly put Yvonne’s panty aside and made my way to the living room.
Yvonne was a mess, she was sitting on the sofa, eyes as puffy as can be, her legs were crossed but her house dress was pulled tight across her thighs, giving me a good view of her pink panty. I took a seat opposite my wife and Yvonne and asked if everything was ok?
Yvonne: *muffled between sobs* yes, better now..
My wife: give her a bit more time, it is still very raw for her
Houses: Yes, I know. Was just asking.
All the while my eyes never left that pink triangle between Yvonne’s legs. I took a cushion to cover my excitement. My wife then suggested we should get out of the house for some fresh air. I said the laundry is not done yet. Still have another load to go.
Yvonne piped up saying it was ok we could leave it till we got back, as she really needed some fresh air.
Houses: Then its settled, why don’t we go change and we can catch some lunch by the beach?
Yvonne: Great idea, I could use the sun.
My Wife: lets go… shooing everyone up the stairs
As it so happened, my wife shooed my directly after Yvonne. It was a sight to behold, her shapely hips swaying in front of me. Causing a lump to catch in my throat. As the hem of her house dress bounced up and down as she climbed the stairs, I got peeks of pink.
I could not wait to get my wife into our bedroom…
I could not wait to get my wife into our bedroom…
The moment the door to our room was closed, I made a grab for my wife.
My wife: why so frisky today?
Houses: have not had it for a long time.. I need to release.
My wife: not now.. we have guests in the house?
Houses: It’s only Yvonne, the girls are at school. Just a quickie?
Reluctantly she agreed and just took off her clothes and lay there waiting for me. I began to kiss her, then moved to her ear lobes and then to sucking her breasts but as soon as I tried to go further south, she would stop me.
My wife: No.. its dirty.
After some time trying.. I finally gave up and just did the deed, missionary position. I was amazed at the amount of cum that was still deposited on my wife’s tummy as I pulled out.
We had a quick shower and changed.
My wife was never the adventurous type for sex, she was very plain and vanilla, only missionary position. I did not realize this till we got married, but everything else was fantastic, but yes, sex was boring. She did not like oral, either on me or to be performed on. So it was just straight missionary sex. It was only after a few years into our marriage that I found out her dislike for sex. She had been abused by her uncle when she was 12, he had come to stay with their family because he was in trouble, and he used to molest her every chance he got. When she told her mother, she got slapped by her saying that she was the one trying to cause trouble.
I really do feel for my wife, and that is why I have never pushed for much more. I have always harboured anger against her mum since I knew.
Upon coming down, we found Yvonne already waiting for us so we all piled into the car and set off for the beach.