First, it was a new dress or lingerie, then a special dinner with wine, then dancing, and best, with all these ending on our marriage bed.Our sex, whi...e vanilla, was again satisfying and sketches in the book, Joy of Sex, told us how to experiment for different flavors. The changing sexual culture swirling around us, however, also shook our marital bed with ideas of greener grass on the other side of the marriage fence, not just doing different positions together.We didn't talk about it. It was. ---Thanksgiving dinner was served shortly after 3:00. We always ate early. Withso many great cooks in my mom's family there was always way too much food,and the earlier time encouraged people to keep "grazing" all afternoon andevening. The more everyone ate the less we'd all have to cart back homeafterward. If history repeated itself my family would still be taking homeenough leftovers to last us a week.After dinner, people started to return to the other entertainments that wereavailable to us.. Now, I could see other possibilities. Her hot exposed pussy seemed to be begging for abuse. I reached down on the floor, where I had dropped the whip, and brought it up to use on Keri. I sat next to her, and began stroking her soft inner thighs and pussy lips. This aroused Keri. She closed her eyes and was softly moaning behind her gag. Then unexpectedly, I raise the little whip and brought it down onto her exposed pussy. Her eyes popped open and she looked down to see what was. They always felt real nice pressed against my cock. Fast forward about ten years. I’m now twenty-eight years old and married. My wife has no clue about this fetish. Like when I was a boy, I'd wait for my wife to go out and then I try on her panties. I really would get off on this. I loved to feel the material on my skin. I've never told her about this fetish. I’m really not sure what she’d think. I actually ordered clothes from a transvestite website. I now have my own pretty bras and.