From: chariss256@aol.com (Chariss256)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: CvdL "A Wife's Plan" 1/1 (f/f/m)
Date: 9 Apr 1996 15:26:08 -0400

			    A Wife's Plan
				 by
			 Charisse van der Lyn

	I got a computer last year, and discovered the joys of
newsgroups and e-mail. In one of the alt.sex groups, I met Josette;
she called herself a cyberslut. I thought I would impress her with my
fantasy of meeting her, the new divorcee in the neighborhood, while
getting the morning paper, Saturday morning. One thing led naturally
to another, and finally I wrote how I stunned her with "my eight and a
half inches of throbbing man meat." Little did I know what was to
follow.

	Josette took offense at my presumption, and rewrote my story.
In hers, she invited me in for coffee while she folded her lingerie.
Playfully, she let me see her scantiest panties and bras. She teased
me with them. Day after day, her fantasy grew, slowly, seductively,
and at the end of it, before we could actually make love, she asked me
to put on her panties. "Will you?" she wrote.

	I thought about it because this adventure had broken through
the limits of e-mail as I had experienced them. It had gone from
playful game to horny fantasy that overwhelmed me. I saw her
everywhere. She was the woman behind the cosmetic counter at The
Broadway; she was the secretary taking a package to the mailroom; she
was the woman buying wine at the Safeway.

	But guys don't wear panties, only fruits do. Fantasy or not, I
was going to be a man. Josette, however, wouldn't accept anything
less. She held to her demand, and after a week of begging, I agreed,
and wrote back that reluctantly, "I took your ivory lace panties,
moist with your love juices. `Josette?' I pleaded one last time, but
you only smiled. I put them on for you, stepping into them and pulling
them up, aware that they didn't cover my cock or balls." She rewarded
my shame. She wrote a magnificent scene that took me further than I'd
ever gone. Our fantasy continued, but she had me under her control.

	I found myself obsessed with women's lingerie. I've been
embarrassingly hard just walking through the lingerie section of the
local Walmart. I've contrived to look at a book, a handbag, or
anything, just to stare at the top of a woman's panties exposed as her
jeans gaped in the back while she knelt to look at something. And...
I've put on my wife's panties when she was out shopping. I couldn't
believe how excited it gets me, and it's seconds before I beat off to
a magnificent come.

	Try as I might to keep my secret from my wife, Suzy, she found
out. Finding out was only the beginning.

	Suzy had Peggy, her closest girlfriend - a sexy, flirty, woman,
a bit skinny for my tastes - come over, and together they went through
my computer files. They found my hot correspondence with Josette. At
first, Suzy was angry, but Peggy calmed her, explaining that it was
just fantasy.

	"Son of a bitch... why?"

	"Men," Peggy said. "But, two can play at this game."

	Peggy talked her into giving me a little surprise.

	When I got home from running some errands, there was a stack
of Suzy's sexiest panties on the coffee table, and Peggy was sitting
alone on the sofa, cross-legged, grinning. Although part of me knew
I'd been caught, I could see up her dress; and struggle as I might, I
couldn't keep from looking at the beautiful patch of white.

	"You've been unfaithful," Suzy said, from behind me.

	"Hey," I smiled my best, but it wasn't enough. "You know, it's
just a -.

	"I found these." She pulled the red, cotton, bikini panties
out from her pocket, that I kept in my desk. I could see my come
stains on them. "And, I've read your letters to Josette."

	"It's all just innocent fun."

	Out of the corner of my eye I saw that Peggy had her hands in
her lap. Was she playing with herself? I wondered. God, I wanted to
look... . I wished Suzy wasn't mad.

	Suzy held the panties out. "So, you've developed a taste for
panties?"

	I tried to think about my motorcycle, anything to keep from
letting her see how much I did like them. But my cock started to give
me away.

	"How dare you!" She yelled. "You might as well have had an
affair, for all the time you must think about her."

	I wanted to stand taller, to show how in control I was.
"Suz... . I... " but I was painfully aware of my excitement.

	"You want these... " She tossed the panties to me. "Take `em."

	I felt the soft fabric between my fingers, felt the
associations I had made, and I became aware of the feeling of raw sex
in the room. My cock gave the full lie to my feigned disinterest.

	Suzy sat down next to Peggy. They both gave me quite a show.

	"Go on," Suzy said, "entertain us."

	"You can't be serious?"

	"Take your clothes off. Put those on."

	Silently, I cursed Josette, the computer, and the day I
decided to cruise the ether. "Suppose I just -.

	"Show us!"

	Slowly, realizing she wasn't kidding, I began to take off my
clothes. My cock was rock hard, and I hesitated with my hands on my
belt.


	"Keep going."

	They both giggled.

	I unhooked my pants and pulled them and my briefs off. My
cock - swollen, fat and long, with its head, purple-red, and flared and
oozing - sprung free.

	"Whoa!" Peggy gasped. Her hand slipped under her short skirt.
She nudged Suzy with her elbow. "I can see why you don't want him to
share that with anyone." Her fingers started to trace small, hard
circles. "But, now that I've seen it, I hope you'll share with your
friends."

	Nervously - I'm not used to being stared at so obviously - I
rocked back and forth, unsure whether to cover myself or not. With
each move, it flopped back and forth in front of me, a metronome,
keeping pace with my hunger. It dripped, cool and tickly as my clear
ooze dribbled down my cock.

	"Put `em on," Suzy ordered.

	Looking at her red panties crumpled in my hand, remembering
that I had worn them with such excitement, had wrapped them around my
cock to beat off in them, and had fantasized about a menage a trois,
but not like this, I felt shame.

	"No," I begged.

	"No?" She mocked me. "Okay." She smiled, "Toss `em here."

	I did, relieved. But she grinned, took a pair of frilly, pink,
lace panties from the table, and threw them back to me. "Good. These
will look even better on my slut-boy."

	Peggy blatantly uncrossed her legs, and raised her knees,
pulling up her skirt and sliding her hand deep inside her white
panties.

	"Put them on."

	I felt myself blushing, no, burning with humiliation, as I
reluctantly slipped them on. God, they felt sexy, I thought. They
didn't have tight leg openings, rather, they had a fringe of lace
around the legs, that came together over the base of my cock. My
loose, hairy, balls stuck out the sides, and although they were cut
higher than the red ones, my manhood pushed them out and stuck up tall
and proud from the elastic waist band.

	"Walk around a bit."

	In spite of my excitement at being made to exhibit myself, the
shame grew deeper at strutting around like this. Motorcycles,
leathers, macho... and, there I was walking back and forth in my
living room, dressed like a... I fought the words back... I felt my
eyes tear. "Please?" I looked at Suzy. She, too, had spread her legs,
and was shamelessly masturbating. "I... "

	"No, kneel there." She pulled her hand away, while Peggy's
hips wiggled, and her thighs slapped open and closed.

	I knelt. I looked up Suzy's dress... up Peggy's. Both women
were wet. Suzy smiled, clearly sensing for the first time in her life
that her sex needn't be the weaker sex... she felt the power she had
over me... And I felt the need to please her... to please them.

	I had forgotten myself, but seeing both women grinning at me,
I realized that I had been grinding my hips uncontrollably, desperate
to feel something touch my poor, inflamed, cock.

	I stopped. Suzy touched her toe to my cockhead.

	I moaned.

	She wiggled her toe, playing in the nectar oozing from my
penis hole.

	"Yes," I whispered.

	She pulled her foot away an inch.

	I pushed my hips forward, frantic to feel her toes against me.

	She let me hump her foot for a moment. "Good," she grinned.
Then she pulled her foot away. "Now masturbate for us."

	As much as I had fantasized about doing that for her - to stroke
it, caress it, to make it throb and squirt and pump for her and on
her, to show her how bad she could make me - I never had. Men don't
touch themselves. Never, at least not in front of anyone. But, I
wasn't a... . I mean, I was kneeling in front of my wife and her best
friend wearing frilly panties... and deep inside myself, I had to
admit that I was... . whipped.

	"Do it!"

	I closed my eyes, reached down and slid my fingers around my
tool, inside the panties, inside *my* panties. Peggy moaned. Suzy
cooed, urging me on.

	Suddenly there was a flash and a whirl.

	I looked up. Suzy was pointing my Polaroid camera at me.

	"Keep going," she said, pulling the picture out of the camera.

	While I beat off, she took pictures of me from several angles.

	She had me stop and pose, like a trampy woman, but with a
stiff cock sticking up out of my panties. She took more pictures of
her "slut-boy."

	When she let me return to my cock, I was seconds away from an
orgasm. She was prepared with the last two shots.

	Peggy screamed, coming, while she watched me shoot.

	Exhausted, with globs of my hot, creamy, jizm running down my
hand, I looked up at Suzy. "Honey? I -.

	"No, quiet." She smiled. "I'm still mad. And I need to be
pleasured, too."

	I grinned. "Yes -.

	"No," she cut me off. She took a vibrator out from under the
cushion.

	Peggy walked over to me and held her sticky fingers to my
lips, while she helped me to my feet. She guided me back to the chair
opposite the sofa... 

	"Don't I taste good?" she asked, touching her sticky hand to
my lips.

	"Yes," I sighed, licking her fingers, and feeling new life
begin to pour into my limp cock.

	I heard the vibrator hum, but Peggy blocked my view as she
made me sit. For a second, she stood inches from my face. I kissed her
stomach, my nostrils flared, even through her panties and skirt I
could smell her deep, rich, scent.

	"Not yet," she whispered and knelt. Over her head, I saw Suzy,
with a vibrator running up and down through her furrow under her
panties. I had never seen her do this before. Staring at her, I let
Peggy fuss with my feet, strapping them with Velcro bands to the front
chair legs. I didn't even resist when she strapped my hands behind the
chair.

	Peggy leaned over my lap and quickly licked my cock. "I'll be
back," she whispered.

	She pulled her top off. The nipples of her tiny breasts were
hard, dark, and pointed. "Hmm?" She pinched them, teasing me, knowing
how much I wanted to suck on them, small as they were. She unzipped
her skirt, and playfully slipped it off along with her panties,
pretending to be so modest and demure as she stripped. But, as she
walked to the sofa, I saw why: it was her surprise. She was shaved!

	"Help me," Suzy whispered - but God! -  not to me. To Peggy.