A couple of weeks passed after the night I divulged everything to Jen about the fetish my Hubby and I shared. Jen and I call eachother on a pretty regular basis, but the amount of times she called me in those two weeks was a bit staggering. Apparently, the thought of my Hubby wearing panties of any sort was pretty taboo to her, and she was loving being naughty and exploring various femdom porno sites to "educate" herself before the event was to happen between the 3 of us. She loved asking me about the various types of panties that I've made him wear, the types that he's stolen, and exactly how he gets off using them. Again, the amount of calls was overwhelming... but I admit... talking to her about it all without Hubby knowing was getting me hot.

Hubby noticed that I was on the phone quite a bit more, so I told him that Jen was going through some rough relationship issues.  I asked if he'd be alright with going to Jen's house the following Saturday night for dinner. He asked if he really needed to and that he didn't want to go if it was going to be a "girl's night" with emotions being thrown around all night. I told him that he didn't have a choice and that she needed our support...and then shot him a naughty grin and said that he could probably have some "alone time" with Jen's intimates, if she and I happened to be alone for a bit outside. In my best 'mommy-dearest' face and voice, I said, "I could arrange for that to happen for you if you're a good boy."  Hubby blushed immediately. I could see his excitement trying to boil out, but he fought it back and just shrugged and murmured OK.

Everything was falling into place. Jen and I continued our erotic discussions and ideas - we couldn't wait to spring this on Hubby. He had no idea what was barreling his way. Hubby was dreading the dinner, and the supposed supportive BS aspect of the night... but was mentally drooling with the thoughts of freely going through Jen's panty drawer... even if it was only for a few minutes, it would be more than worth it for him. I was ecstatic and couldn't believe it was all happening.

Saturday evening arrived.  I was getting ready in the bathroom when my Hubby stepped out of the shower.  I immediately noticed that he had taken the time to shave and trim all around his groin area. He saw me staring and asked if I liked it.  I told him that I loved it and asked what had made him do it.  He said that he wanted to be clean for Jen's panties and really feel all of the soft materials that her collection had to offer. He was really getting into this! I told him that I thought it was hot and proceeded to suck him off in record time. I honestly love blowing my Hubby, but this was also to try and milk him a bit before the big night coming his way.  He needed to last.

We arrived at Jen's house. We didn't say anything to eachother at that moment, but I know Hubby and I were both thinking about the last time we were there to watch the house and take care of the pets (See our Blog: House Sitting and Hubby Panty Play). I was starting to get very excited now. Jen greeted us at the front door and welcomed us in.  We proceeded to her family room where she also had a bar, and began drinking some cocktails and eating hors d'oeuvres. Jen and I were making some small talk, and she had left my Hubby's favorite team's game on the television so that he would be glued to it for a bit. 

Jen and I then pretended to start talking about her "devastating relationship issues". We excused ourselves to the backyard to supposedly talk it out a bit - and Hubby was more than ok watching the game inside with food and drinks. Jen and I pow wowed by her hot tub on how to approach the night.  Jen had done extensive research on how to get Hubby most excited that night and ran everything by me for my approval. I was pleasantly surprised by the amount of effort Jen had gone through.  She had set up a whole back bedroom of her house just for tonight.

I feel it necessary to give you this little tidbit about Jen before continuing. Jen was divorced years ago and had been awarded a ridiculous amount of money. She enjoyed being single, and had enough money to live 50 lifetimes. She had a very large house, and couldn't stop buying anything that tickled her fancy. So when I tell you that she set up an entire bedroom for tonight, believe me when I tell you that no expense was spared. This bedroom was a surprise not only to Hubby, but for me too, now. I was starting to love this situation because I was no longer the sole "leader" of expanding this fetish with Hubby. This night was a gift to me as well, and I was getting butterflies in my stomach with anticipation.

Jen stayed in the backyard, with her feet in the hot tub and drinking a very large glass of wine. I went back inside to tell Hubby that Jen and I were going to talk for a bit more outside and that I thought that this would be the best time for him to have his little sissy panty escapade in her drawers.  I told him that I would buy him a solid 20 minutes or so, and just to be on constant alert. He spent no time in getting up and almost running down the hall toward the master bedroom. He was putting complete trust in me to delay Jen and not allow her to discover his dirty deed.  He never once questioned me being only on his side in all of this. I felt a twinge of guilt, but then reassured myself that this was ALL for him - he was going to LOVE it. I filled up my wine glass and went back outside to be with Jen. I told her that he had begun his panty adventure, and we both giggled.

Jen and I finished our glasses of wine, and went back inside. Jen asked if I'd like a refill and took both glasses with her  behind the bar.  She returned with a silver tray containing our beverages on crimson red napkins. There was also a very small mason jar with green pills in it, and three masquerade style masks that I recognized.  I looked up at Jen and asked, "Are those masks from what I think they're from"?  She laughed softly, and confirmed that they were the same masks that she and I had worn in New Orleans years ago on a Sorority Trip.  "And what are those pills?" I already knew, but Jen reminded me of the lonely nights in the sorority house that were so easily remedied with readily-accessible ecstacy pills with happy faces with stars for eyes on them. So many memories came flooding back to me.  Jen and I had a couple desperate, yet seductive, girl on girl experiments in college - it was really hot each time, but also a little akward at times. Something was missing, and we both knew it - so we shed that from our friendship. I can't help but ask myself if Hubby is what was missingbetween Jen and I?

I fingered the masks and smiled at Jen. I picked one for myself, and put it on. I picked one for Jen, and put it on her. I stripped off my clothes, only leaving on the carefully picked: floral pattern satin full back panties for Hubby - and my mask. I then stripped Jen down to her mask and panties as well.  I told her that Hubby was going to love her choice of her ruffled panties.  They were red with white polk a dots, and were made of satin and silk. I grabbed the mason jar and lightly shook it. The small E pills with happy little faces made little clinking noises. I thanked Jen, but explained that tonight needed to be completely clear for me. I wanted to be clear of mind to experience this with Hubby. If there's a next time, we can discuss inviting our friend, Ecstacy.  Deal? Deal, said Jen. 

Jen grabbed my hand and we sauntered down the massive hall lit by candle light to her master bedroom. We were bare foot on quiet wood flooring, so sneaking up on Hubby wasno problem.  I mean... it really couldn't have played out better. Jen and I tip-toed into her bedroom, which was lit only by her fireplace.  The fire was crackling, and put off a good amount of light on Jen's king sized bed, as well as her huge dresser... the dresser that Hubby was frozen in front of after he realized our presence. He then frantically tried (in all one motion) to shut the drawers, pull up his pants, get rid of the panty evidence, and try to look smooth doing it.  He failed miserably and we laughed at him.

He immediately picked up on the fact that we were both only in our panties and wearing the masquearde masks. He was in shock, not sure what to say or do. I told him that everything was alright and that Jen was going to help expand our sissy panty fetish with him. He was mortified, and I think a little scared.  When I went over to him, he was trembling a bit. I motioned for Jen to come over and comfort him and reassure him that everything was going to be alright. I explained that I had told Jen EVERYTHING... and she liked it alot. I took his hands in mine, and released the panties he was gripping with white knuckles. Jen and I then gently stripped Hubby out of his clothes. I handed Hubby the last Masquerade mask and he put it on while I lightly stroked his hard on with a handfull of Jen's panties. While I was stroking, I noticed Jen with her hand down the front of her ruffled panties making eye contact with Hubby.

Jen and I each took one of his hands and walked him out of her room, and down the hall to the room that Jen had prepared for us. As we walked down the candle lit hallway to the very back of the house, Jen and I both explained that he was now our sissy play toy on any given Saturday night.  The nicer he was and more receptive to our acts he was, the more he would be rewarded.  Pretty simple, and he seemed very excited.

Jen led us into the new "Playroom".  I was taken back by it all, and so was Hubby.  His mouth was open and his eyes were huge.  I looked down at his cock and it was rock hard.  Imagine a large bedroom with one king sized bed covered in pink satin sheets directly in the middle, and a huge soft white shag rug underneath it.  Against one wall, there was a large dresser that Jen took us over to and opened the drawers.  They were completely filled with every imagineable type of panty.  Jen then walked us over to a bay window in the room that she converted into a multi-mirrored stage type of area that resembled what you might stand on when you go to the tailor.  There were 2 chairs next to the small platform - obviously an area for Jen and I to sit and observe Hubby. Then on the far wall of the room, there was a huge walk-in closet full of sissy panties and outfits that wouldn't fit in the dresser.  The whole room had floral patterns with soft colors, similar to what you might imagine for an innocent girls room. Jen had somehow found some high res pictures of men in panties that she found particularly hot and put the frames staggered all over the walls. 

Jen and I had Hubby pick out his 10 favorite pairs of panties in the dresser.  Once he had them, we had him stand on the small stage area with his sissy panties and declare why he picked each pair that he was holding. Once he explained why he picked that pair, he was to put the panties on and tuck himself in the best he could.  Then he was to come over to each of us and let us rub him through the panties while we humiliated him with names and teasing. Good thing I milked him earlier, I thought.  He would have surely spurt everywhere with his sissy juice by now with all the panty cock rubbing!

We gave him a small break and had him wear a pretty pair of panties with lots of ribbons. Then Jen slipped a cock ring on Hubby.  We each held his hand and looked closely at all the pictures on the walls and explained that we would do nearly everything he saw at some point in that room. We then went over to the walk in closet and played a role-playing game.  Mind you, I revealed EVERYTHING to Jen about my Hubby's past and how he thinks this fetish all started with his cousin and her panties (see our othe blog story: Panty Husband Background). 

We all got very into our roles.  I was Hubby's Aunt, and Jen was Hubby's favorite Cousin. Hubby was Hubby... but much, much younger. We were pretending to play dress up because the premise was that Hubby had gone to their house, but got berry stains all over his outfit.  They took it off to wash everything, and in the meantime, had to dress Hubby in something from their closet...This walk-in closet!  So Jen and I (or Hubby's Cousin and Auntie) would take turns putting him in various outfits- all the while rubbing him, tugging him, pushing on him, giggling at him, and making him feel young like the boy he was when he was first discovered this sissy panty world.  He was loving it and completely let go for both of us. Each story we came up with was better than the previous.  This was going on for quite awhile, when I noticed the precum starting to dribble from the Sissy Clitty.

Jen and I then took hubby over to the bed in the middle of the room and plopped him down. He was wearing a pair of very fluffy ruffled panties that shook with every movement he made on the bed covered in pink satin sheets.  Jen and I got on each side of Hubby and began rubbing his cock through the panties.  We kept saying some of the dirtiest things we could think of and kept calling him everything under the sun related to being a little sissy panty boytoy.  He finally couldn't take it anymore and exploded in his panties.  Jen and I took turns licking his cock through the panties and sucking up his sissy juice.  We stayed entangled on the bed together for a long while and soaked in everything that was going to change.

So glad that we had the opportunity to explore new horizons with our friend!  Jen and I will be coming up with many more fun nights with different ideas or themes for Hubby.  But one thing we want to explore in the next session is getting the ladies off before Hubby.  This first session was purely for him... but he's going to have to learn that sharing is caring.  Not sure if we're going to set any ground rules or not.  We'll have to see how things progress...Stay tuned!

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It took awhile, but I finally did it.  I introduced my friend, Jen to my Hubby's panty fetish.  Hubby wasn't what you would call "on board" with any of it... and is quite humiliated by it all.  I had planned so many ways in which I would tell Jen about everything, but in the end, things seemed to work themselves out and it all happened seemlessly.

In late May I had been traveling a bit for work and was lucky enough to end my whirlwind trip in Amsterdam.  I quite enjoy frequenting the coffeeshops whenever I'm in town!  I had a full day to myself without being forced to be with any coworkers. I was hopping from bar to bar pretty freakin stoned, when I happened down an unknown alleyway and came across a sex shop that I hadn't remembered seeing before. The small front window had an array of adult toys on display, but one item in the background really caught my attention. I decided to walk in and take a gander.

As I entered, the door had a distorted ring of a standard small bell above it to alert the store clerk of my presence. Except, instead of a bell,it was a male chastity penis cage reconfigured to do it's best impersenation of a jingle bell. "Cute", I thought. Ever since my Hubby told me about his panty fetishes, I had been doing some research on femdom and all like things.  Because of this, I knew everything that revolved around that penis cage- had I seen that particular item in years past, I honestly wouldn't have known what it was. Now I knew, and felt empowered somehow - I instantly felt welcomed in this shop. A store clerk greeted me warmly and asked if they could be of service. I said that I was curious about something in their display, and pointed it out. The clerk smiled and asked me to follow her.

I followed her through the narrow halls of this shop, which actually proved to be very large and had different "branches" of fetish and toy items displayed in every nook and cranny possible. This was no ordinary sex shop, and nobody would know from the looks of it outside, what it contained deep in it's belly. I saw many things that sparked my curiosity and arousals- but I stayed on course. We finally arrived to the section where they housed the items that were of interest to me based on what I pointed out in their display. The narrow hallway opened up to a very open, circular, 2 story dressing room of sorts with ruffles, laces, satins, and silks hanging from shiny brass poles in antique looking cabinets and armoires. I had just entered my Hubby's dreamworld. I imagined for a minute how crazy he would go if he had been there with me.  He would have the biggest grin on his face with the biggest hardest hardon he had ever had.

The clerk asked me who I was shopping for and I told her my Hubby.  She asked for his standard sizes, and what materials he enjoyed most. I was basing my answers on the types of panties that my Hubby enjoyed stealing and wearing the most. The clerk started pointing out various items to consider.  She showed me many types of panties designed to hold the penis.  Some would essentially hide the penis all together. Others were designed to show off the fabulous manhood in all of it's feminine sissy glory. 

Then the clerk began bringing out the bigger items. Full sissy skirts and getups. I quickly dismissed these as I did not want to try packing these up to travel home with. The clerk had some nice alternatives, which were sissy panties that were handmade, very frilly, made with Hubby's favorite (satin), and easier to pack in my suitcase. I took my time sorting through each pair they had to offer. Each had a different color scheme, different materials, different designs, and different sizes. I had thanked the clerk and told her I would take some time to myself to make the tough decisions. I was also still very stoned and kept imagining all the things I was going to do with Hubby when I got back to the states. I could feel the dampness now in my own panties, and hurried along my decision making. I purchased 2 pairs (which I have Picture Galleries of on our profile page). One pair is dominantly a goldish color, with tealish blue ribbons, and white lace. The other pair is what Hubby will be wearing for me every single Valentine's Day to come. They are dominantly light blue, with red and white lace, and a large satin red heart on the crotch with a little bow. Each pair has the appearance of a little tiny skirt, then open up the flaps and lift the skirts and you get the satin sissy panties underneath(visit our Picture Galleries to see in more detail and let us know what you think)! I cannot begin to tell you how excited my Hubby was when I showed him the souvenirs I got for him...but that's a whole other story for another time.

Arriving back in the states, I stopped first in San Francisco to visit my bestfriend Jen, and get a free ride back home the next day. We got to her house and she helped me with my luggage to the guest bedroom. I'm known to always bring back trinkets and souvenirs from my travels for family and friends - as I travel about a third of a calendar year and go to many destinations. Jen is one of the most impatient people I know, and cannot wait when she knows she has a surprise or gift. She was asking me all sorts of questions about my trip and got me so side tracked and scatter-brained (especially with the jetlag and exhaustion I was experiencing) that I failed to notice when the bag containing the sissy panties for Hubby slipped out from the luggage sleeve and were on proud display on the floor at Jen's feet. 

There was a long moment of Jen looking down quietly at them, then turning to look at me for explanation. I felt shame/guilt/humiliation for about 15 seconds, then my mind clicked and began spinning fast with opportunistic ideas. I decided to run with my emotions right then and there and put all the bullshit aside. All the planning I had done in my head of all the possible ways to include Jen on my Hubby's fetishes and not scare her off.. all for not.  It was now or never, I thought to myself.

"Hubby loves girl's panties and has some fetishes & fantasies that I'm trying to fullfill." Jen had a wide eyes, blank face, and remained quiet. I bent down and picked up both pairs of sissy panties. I held them out in front of me and displayed them for Jen to examine. "I don't expect you to completely understand, or even approve of it - but it's something that Hubby and I enjoy doing together from time to time and would obviously appreciate your complete discretion." I saw her mind racing, and I braced for the judging or semi-criticizing comments that I was sure were coming.

Instead, Jen simply and ever-so-sweetly said, "Those are girl's panties?". I softly chuckled a relief and explained that these particular items were special made for men with very particular sexual fetishes. I had her full undivided attention now and began to describe to the best of my ability and knowledge how Hubby first discovered his fetishes (which you can read about in our other Blog Post). I outlined Hubby's history with panty obsession and how I was now branching out into a new realm with him by using femdom techniques, and treating him more and more like a sissy panty boy. I whipped out my iPad and started searching my private bookmarks of every fetish link that got Hubby off the most. I sat Jen down, nuzzled up to her, and began to watch and explain each of the movieclips. 

Jen was visibly moved and intrigued by everything I was divulging to her. I mustered up the courage that began this discussion in the first place and asked her if she would like to be part of the fun. Again, the wide eyes, blank face, and silence. I knew I had her on the hook...just needed something to push her over the edge and agree to play with us...

"Remember the last time you asked Hubby and I to watch your house?" (I went on to tell her the story that we wrote in our previous Blog Post.  If you haven't read it yet, go read it now: House Sitting and Hubby Panty Play)

Jen was a bit flabbergasted, but seem thrilled by the thought of it all. "He used MY panties like a dirty little pervert?" She said this smiling. I said, "Yes, and I'm pretty damned sure that he got some cum stains on them - I'm sorry". Jen then had a devilish grin creep across her face and said, "I'm in!"

To Be Continued...

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we are a married couple and my hubby divulged his deepest panty secrets/fetishes/taboos to me shortly after we had married in hopes of bringing the two of us even closer. i was taken back by all of it at first and wasnt sure how to handle it - but it has now blossomed into something wonderful for us and i fully embrace his darkest fantasies.

my hubby has many stories about growing up with panties constantly on his mind, and never telling a soul about it (until me). he was an only child and some of his earliest play time came when visiting his aunt and cousins. they had a lot of money, a huge house, and enjoyed watching my hubby during the summer months while his parents were at work. his aunt was in her early 40's at the time, and his cousins ranged from ages16-19. he vividly remembers sneaking into each of their bedrooms, slowly opening their top drawers with intimates waiting to be discovered, and seemingly falling into panty-trance. at first, it was the intoxicating fragrances that crept out of the drawers that really intrigued him, along with all of the pretty patterns on the panties to stare at. he felt so wrong just looking at each of their collections - and yet, it felt so right. he says that he would get chills from the excitement of just looking and smelling... but he quickly graduated to touching, rubbing, and stroking all of the satins/cottons/silkies. he loved the sensations and would get very hard standing at each of their dressers exploring their intimates.

growing bolder, he started "borrowing" various pairs of panties at a time from the bedroom drawers and retiring to the restroom in order to get a closer look and inspect his treasures.  he says that he never really enjoyed their dirty worn pairs - only the fresh ones that he plucked from the drawers or from the laundry room after a washing. it didn't take long for him to start rubbing the panties all over himself and wear them in privacy. he learned to absolutely love the feeling of satin, and preferred his cousin kristin's panties over any of his other cousins. he continued growing bolder and bolde, and eventually made his way to his aunt's drawers. she had a vast collection and my hubby says that going through her intimates was much different from going through her daughter's things. his aunt spent good money on lingerie and it showed. being so young, my hubby was taken back by it all - he says it was a bit overwhelming at first to keep in his emotions, but learned to quietly appreciate his aunt's lingerie and grow out his taboo fetish. as i'm sure you can imagine, he has many,many, many stories about his summer days growing up with auntand cousins.  sometimes after i've put hubby in his panties, i have him lay back and tell me his stories while i rub his panty-clad cock until he creams all over the place.  (in hopes of saving some wash time, i have started sucking him dry so we dont get the pretty panties mussed up)

during his highschool and college years, he kept "in touch" with his favorite family members and their collections, but also began branching out and stealing friends and strangers panties for his jollies.  he got the same rush each and every time he indulged in his fetish, it never weakened or showed signs of disappearing. to this day, he sometimes wanders off during get togethers and events and returns to me with the biggest shit-eating grin you can imagine. he instantly becomes that little boy again during those summer months growing up. i get a kick out of knowing that i'm the only other person that knows whats going on, and that when i get home with hubby, he'll be modeling our friend's panties for me and prancing about until i've had enough and decide it's milking time.

i personally can't believe that he has never been caught. for the sheer amount of panties that he's stolen, number of drawers that he's rummaged through,number of cum stains(i'm sure), and time away from everyone as he does his deed - unbelievable that he's gone undetected for so long. true master at his craft! he has kept some panties that he deems "extra special" (some of which can be seen in our galleries). i fully embrace his fetish, and never see/feel him as hard as when he is feeling/wearing pretty panties. he should be able to share this with someone, and i'm glad that he chose me!

creating this user profile on this site has allowed us to take his fetish/fantasy to the next level in my opinion. while hubby absolutely loves his panty time with me, he's scared to death at the thought of others seeing him in this state. we enjoy this site together and explore many fetishes/fantasies, but only i am allowed to access our profile and postings. i've created a game of sorts for us - and will be posting from time to time. it's incredible how humiliated/excited hubby gets when he loses our bets or our games and is forced to dress up for me while i snap the pictures. it's definitely a love/hate relationship...but mainly love! we'll see how it goes and see if we have any "fans"... that will ultimately decide if we should proceed with this little venture.

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i was less than ecstatic to accept the invitation to house sit for my girlfriend who i've known since college/sorority, until i had an idea of how to make it much more exciting and pleasurable.

i decided to ask my hubby to join me while i went over to jen's house to take care of the pets/get the mail/etc.  he had no problem with it, but wanted to be back in time for the big sports game.  we went over, i started to take care of everything but went really slow on purpose, so that hubby would get impatient and want to watch the beginning of the game. he asked which tv he could flip on while we were still there and i immediately told him to use the one in jen's bedroom. i finished up the little chores around the house, then went back to the bedroom where he was glued to the tv sitting on jen's bed with no clue as to what was in store for him on that night.

i had recently been privy to my hubby's innermost desires while growing up. in an attempt to be completely open to me with all of his secrets, he had divulged MANY of his fetishes (some taboo) while growing up to me. one imparticular being that he loved stealing/wearing girls/womens panties. now, i wasnt about to let him steal my friend's panties while i house sitting - just too obvious... but... that doesn't mean i wasnt going to make my man panty clad with our mutual friend's intimates!

i plopped myself down on the bed next to hubby and proceeded to ask him if he had thoughts about jen's panties while he had been in her bedroom.  he turned red in the face and continued watching the game.   he cleared his throat and said"no" sheepishly.  i stroked his hair and asked again while looking down at him.  he admitted to it both with humiliation and excitement.  i turned off the game and told hubby to sit right where he was. i walked slowly to jen's dresser and opened her top drawer.  this was the first time i had gone through another woman's panty drawer... i could tell the rush that hubby must have got all those times when he was a young boy digging through panty drawers hoping not to get caught.  jen was hundreds of miles away, but i still felt as though somebody was watching or somebody was going to find out.  how would i ever explain to one of my closest friends if we were caught red-handed?!

i quickly curbed any fear i had, and chose a few pretty pairs.  i instructed my hubby to undress.  he wasnt quite sure how to take my instruction.  it was obvious the excitement and humiliation he was facing- he could hardly control his emotions. he tried to get out of it by asking that if we must do something, that we shouldnt do it at our friends house and that it was just flat out wrong. i chuckled, and asked again for him to undress while i fingered jen's panties and held them up to hubby. i could already see his erection through his jeans - he was into it for sure.  i raised my voice and told him to undress - which he did. i slapped his ass and told him that i should only have to ask him once to do something. he said he understood.  he then began to say that he appreciated me trying to live out his dark fantasies, but that we couldnt do this at jen's house, and it just wasnt right...blah....blah...blah...

i paid no attention to his pleas, and started dressing him in each pair of panties that i brought out.  i took a few pictures of him in each pair (which you can find in our galleries) and promised that nobody would ever see them.  i tried to get jen's obvious "date" panties - satin/lace/silk/ruffles/bows - i wanted to make hubby feel as feminie as possible, all the while stroking his balls,shaft,and cock head and bringing him to the brink of orgasm.  i gave him a blowjob and swallowed as a reward while fingering his asshole and rubbing his balls through the soft materials enveloping his manhood. we did our best to clean up and put everything back as it was so that jen didnt suspect something, but i'm nearly 100% positive that hubby left more than a few pre-cum stains on her panties.

i would love to bring in jen on my sex acts with hubby without him knowing before hand... i need to think of how i can cleverly ask and not have it be too weird or strange.  i dont want to scare her off, but i really feel that she would enjoy my pleasures of putting my hubby in girls/womens panties and other intimates. i know hubby would be over the moon, he's always had a thing for blondes...  

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