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Kyle- Mary Ellens Panty Guy

My hotwife, Mary Ellen, will begin a new decade next month. I tell her to not worry about it; that sixty is the new thirty!

As the days speed by, however, she is apprehensive about this upcoming milestone. For the last fifteen years in the lifestyle, she has been comfortable with her sense of self and her physical body. She feels that turning sixty is like the bumper-to-bumper warranty on an automobile expiring. She has visions that the wheels will start coming off while up on the freeway.

Her general rule, for the past few years, has been to only date men who are over forty-five years old because she senses that they have achieved a level of maturity with their personality and that they are comfortable in their skin. So when younger men message her on swinger sites, she doesn’t easily warm to the idea of being fuck meat for someone trying to prove something to the world.

That was until recently when a thirty-four year old single man started messaging her often. We will call him Kyle: the Panty Guy.

Initially, I was answering the messages that popped up on my phone and I tried to ease him down in his hopefulness that he had: that my wife would be interested in getting together with him. However, he was persistent and eventually those messages amused her so that she forgot about his age and put it at the back of her brain.

One Saturday morning he wrote that he had a panty fantasy and he asked if she would like to hear it? She was in the middle of an exercise routine but stopped to read the messaging app’s one-at-a-time fragments as they blipped up on the smartphone screen.

What Kyle texted is listed below. Her one word responses and encouraging replies have been mostly edited to make it easier for the reader. Here’s what he wrote:

When the time is right, we decide to meet for our first meet and greet. Perhaps the arrangement is to have an introduction at a local coffee shop. We all meet and of course for the first time we are all nervous.

You Mary Ellen are to wear a long flowing dress. Under that dress is a sexy yet full panty.

Perhaps satin, in a darker color with decorative trim. Higher waste that hugs your beautiful curves.

You are in the middle, sitting between your two men. We are enjoying each other's company and casually talking. As the conversation progresses, you whisper to your husband a secret.

Mary Ellen, please do not disclose what you are saying but I want you to share your thoughts on what you think of me.

You excuse yourself and leave to go to the restroom. This is a decisive moment for us all. Mary Ellen, you have to decide if you will remove your panties that you have been wearing (somehow) or leave towards your car. If you feel the chemistry and excitement, you return to the booth.

Sitting again between the both of us, first holding your hubby's hand with the panties and smiling at me. Later you change hands and hold mine with the panties discreetly under the table.

We continue to chat and enjoy each other's company. Now it's my turn to excuse myself. Similar in choice, I can leave or find some creative way to FILL your panties in a discreet location. Later, I return with the now cum-filled panties in my hand discreetly hidden.

Mary Ellen chuckles while texting back, “That sounds messy but so creative!” Lol.

Messy is something I enjoy. It's important that the panties are appropriate for face sittings.

After we leave the coffee shop, we go to your house and your husband and I make love to you. One factor to consider, I would like you two to ensure that the selected panties can be worn during love making. Mary Ellen, you may need to test them out so that they can be pulled to the side as you are being taken by your two lovers. At the end, your husband and I could help you straighten those stretched and soaked panties. It would be wonderful if you then sat on my face and smothered me.

You would want me to sit on your face after all that? You would like that? All that cum (and mine too)? Oh boy, I know that I’d like that!

I just told my husband (who is standing next to the bed) that my pussy is dripping!

At this point Mary Ellen threw the cell phone on the bed and stripped off her yoga pants and shirt. She opened her dresser drawer and picked out a pair of lace and satin panties and put them on. She grabbed my phone again and marched to the full-length mirror on her closet door. She turned and twisted her body and snapped a dozen or more photos. Facing away and bending slightly, with her back being reflected, her thumb hooked one leg bottom and she pulled sideways, exposing her butt-hole and hanging labia. I could hear the shutter sounding click, click, clicking away. Concentrating, her fingers swiped and then tapped as she marked her favorites. Then one last definitive press of her index finger and she smiled and breathed out in satisfaction. Meeting my eyes, her head tilted back and she laughed.

“He’ll do then?” I said winking.

Slightly blushing like a young woman, she just smiled.