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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