Caught Jerking My Dick Made to Wear Panties
I stared at the image on the screen as I furiously wanked my cock. I was watching a tube video of a 20 something cheerleader sucking the dick of her college professor for good grades. I have always loved the sight of a woman on her knees sucking a dick and whenever my wife goes out I will usually head straight for the computer and load up one of my favorite tube sites and find a BJ video.
Tina, my wife, had gone shopping with her friend Gayle and I had a day off from work so naturally, the first thing I did was boot up the PC and find a good video.
The computer faces the wall of the spare bedroom so I could not see the door but I heard the voice and the anger that went with it.
“WHAT THE FUCKING HELL ARE YOU DOING?”
I spun round in my seat with my heart pounding and my blood running cold. Tina was standing in the doorway with her arms out to her sides and her palms pointed towards me. She had a face like thunder and a mean scowl on her face that I had never seen before.
“T-t-t-t-t-tina” I stuttered “What are you doing here? You’re supposed to be shopping””
She put her hands on her hips and shifted her weight to her right leg and looked at me with amazement.
“Seriously. You want to turn it around to the fact I’m not supposed to be here to interrupt your little jack off fest?”
“No I didn’t mean that, I’m just surprised”
“Oh I bet you are. You fucking asshole”
And with that, she spun around and stormed downstairs. I jumped up from my chair and half ran and half stumbled as I tried frantically to pull up my pants.
“Tina, wait. Let me explain” I yelled after her.
“There’s nothing to explain” she yelled back from the kitchen “I married a fucking pervert, that’s all I need to know”
I flew into the kitchen where she was dragging clothes from the hamper and throwing them into the machine.
“Tina can we talk about this?”
She slammed both hands down on the worktop
“Talk about what? The fact you were staring at some young dolly bird sucking off an old guy?”
I stared at her, unable to think of anything to say.
She shook her head and began putting the clothes in the washer again. She suddenly stopped. She looked around at me with a scowl on her face and her eyes were cold.
“I can’t let you get away with this. I won’t have it.”
I hadn’t expected her to just let it go but there was something about the way she said it that made me gulp. She obviously had a plan.
She spun around to face me. She was leaning on the worktop, a pair of her red silk panties in her hand. She looked at me like a crocodile might look at an antelope before it attacks.
“From now on I call the shots in this house. ME and me alone. You’re decision making privileges are OVER”
I stared at her, confused.
“What do you mean?”
“What do you think I mean? It wasn’t a difficult to digest statement. Has all the wanking fried your brain? I mean I run this marriage from this second on. Period”
I blinked in astonishment. Where was this coming from? I was speechless and at a total loss for words.
“One of the first things I think we’ll do is begin removing your masculinity so you don’t go getting any ideas above your new station in life. Here”
She lifted her hand and pointed her red panties at me. I looked at them with a puzzled look on my face.
“What?” I asked
“What? Are you totally stupid. I said I wanted to erode your masculinity so stop dilly dallying and put my fucking knickers on. Now”
I threw my head back. What on earth was happening here?
“Tina, come on” I pleaded “I know you’re pissed at me but seriously, what the hell?”
“Oh I left pissed a while ago. Now I’m all about getting in charge. Either you put these on or I’m packing my bags and I’m off. Make your choice”
What choice did I have? I didn’t want to lose my wife, lose my marriage, over a 55-minute tube video. I slowly reached out and took the panties in my hand.
“Good” She said “Wise choice. Now lose the male underwear”
I gulped and sighed. I instinctively looked at the ground, unable to grasp what was happening here. I took the sides of my boxer shorts and slid them down. I stepped out of them and was now totally naked and ashamed. I could feel her glaring at me, her eyes boring holes in me. I took a deep breath and looked up at her.
She had her arms folded and was staring right at me. She didn’t say a word but she raised her eyebrows impatiently.
I closed my eyes and gulped. I sorted the panties and bent over as I lifted my right leg and held it over the knickers.
“Stop stalling. Get them on right this second”
I slid my right leg in the hole then repeated the act for my left. I pulled them up and forced them over my thighs and ass. They were very tight and uncomfortable but the feeling of the material against my skin was surprisingly pleasant. I stood there before her, not sure what to do now. My head was bowed and I found I couldn’t look at her.
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“Look at me” She ordered.
I lifted my head, my eyes heavy and I was already broken. A grown man forced into panties by his wife. She had the most sadistic smirk on her face I have ever seen. She knew she was now the boss and I was nothing.
“Well don’t you just look ridiculous. Id get used to the feeling of the silk if I were you. No more male underwear for you from now on. From now on you will be wearing my used panties 24/7, even to your office”
I was utterly dejected. In an instant, my life has now changed beyond belief.
Serves me right though.
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