.it wasn't expected and to be honest my wife and I never thought it would happen but we are both glad we did. I have been wearing panties with my wife...for over 7 years now, we have some we share, some that match and then our own. I am a proper panty perv and love licking and sniffing her knickers.Anyway, one night I was fast asleep and dreaming. I was walking in our bedroom when I saw a pair of her white lace brazilian briefs on the floor....we have a matching pair of these....I pick them up. The intense stretching that wasn't quite pleasure nor pain, the overwhelming feeling of fullness, the complete surrender of having Cindy's hand and part of her forearm pounding relentlessly inside of me. It all felt so amazingly good.But the most wondrous part of it all was the intimacy. The literal and figurative deep connection between two people, connected by lust and desire, but also by flesh, blood and bone. I cannot image any way to be closer to Cindy than having her hand and part of her. I very slowly moved back and felt our lips gradually peel apart, all the while keeping my eyes on hers. "What...what did you do that for"? she asked incredulously, her voice just above a whisper. "I don't know", I lied, "I couldn't help myself" Her eyes raced from my mouth to my two eyes and back again as if she were searching for a reasonable explanation. We stood there for a moment, just looking at one another. She looked down and said "Well...you shouldn't have....its...its...not...right!" I. This was a daily ritual. Occasionaly a few of the women from the office would join use. As one of the youngest in the mix and horny all the time I would try my best to get one of the ladies in bed. The first was a beautiful young one that had the most fantastic body you can imagine. We hit it off right away and we went back to her place. We talked a bit, but we were faily pissed, so hitting the sack happened fast. We removed our clothes and fuck was she built. Great tits, prefect pussy,.