Obliging but unknowing hostess

[cfag]

We attended a birthday party at a friend's house over the weekend. I didn't really want to go, feeling under the weather with a sort of summer flu but the hostess was a particularly good friend of my wife so I agreed to go. They live in a superb listed 17th century sprawling house in about 12 acres of parkland with a river passing through. The place has a indoor/outdoor pool, squash court, tennis court and billiards room. The evening was great, excellent food and lashing of booze and we had bagged a guest room, one of 6. It was en-suite and had a great view from a gorgeous stone balcony. Most of us got pissed, but good naturedly and nothing happened in the way of illicit liaisons or scenes. I must admit I always fancied the hostess, being tall curvy and with big low hung sagging tits which she showed off her cleavage all the time.

The next morning, it was planned that for brunch we all were invited to visit the house of one of the guests who didn't stay over but walked home at about 2 am, when we all went to bed. Around 9am we had some coffee and orange juice 13 of us in all. I felt crap, bot the booze although that had made me spaced out a little, but just dull and drained so I cried off the brunch and further hilarities. The wife could drive us home later, so off she went, while I holed up in the sprawling comfortable lounge with 3 different Sunday papers including one tabloid. I lazed, watched some TV recording they had shown me and enjoyed the usual tittle tattle gossip in the tabloid including the glamour shots. That got me horny, it doesn't take much and I realised I had the house to myself.

I found the master bedroom, all frills and curlicues, tassles and drapes and easily located madam's dressing table and cupboards. Only having to try two drawers it was bingo, her knickers. The first drawer was her brassieres anyway and in passing I checked the size - 38DD. Now think about a drawer about 3 feet wide and 8 inches deep. That houses a lot of fabric and it was all sumptuous, frilly, see through, lacy and exotic. Thongs, French knickers, bikini briefs, simple sporty pants and even (strangely) some pairs of big white cotton plains. Another couple of drawers revealed suspender belts, stockings, tights, garters, waspy corsets, basques and some Lycra sports shorts and bras. It was heaven.

I took a chance and dropped my jeans and Armani's and tried on some pale blue French knickers. The silk was delicious against my tackle............Ah! an interruption, sorry story suspended. Shall I continue anyway when I have time?

[Alfred]

Please continue!!

I like the sound of this...

[daowns]

Hah, this seems like an interesting lead up!
I'd love to hear how it turns out.

[cfag]

Ok thanks for responses. I have been away for a while and loads of stuff to catch up on, but will tell more soon.

[cfag]

I checked her en-suite and some cupboards for the dirty washing basket, all the time wandering around in the blue panties and feeling my tackle through the soft slinky material. There was fuck all to be found, so I reckoned it may be down in the utility room which was a sort of semi basement out past the kitchen, I knew she had a cleaning lady and gardener living across a meadow so madam wouldn't do the washing and it would be a in a big pile somewhere. I would check that room later.

In the meantime I played with her gear trying various ones on and wishing I had a camera available. Now bear in mind that I can't get a hard on these days due to major surgery some months back. It was a case of having cancer remain but treating it long time plus having an erection or - getting rid of it, be clear but not getting a stiffy. I chose the latter, I knew I can still enjoy myself. So all this time I had a slightly heavier cock with the manipulation, I can get some reactions, but still appreciating the old chap in various exotic guises and letting my uncut cock flop out of the panty sides or easing my ballocks out too.

Black was the predominant colour and I found a group of black lacy briefs which were virtually identical, the only variation being the colour of a little flower bud in the centre of the waist band. I call it waist band but it would only be inches above her pubic mound. What was nice in that all of the stuff fitted me quite well, 'she's not slender round the bum, so I wasn't risking tearing the sometimes extremely flimsy stuff. I mention her pubic mound because I knew that in her 20/30s she was a wild child and let her pits stay hairy and when she wore her bikini there were always stray pubes escaping from it, so I wondered if she had gone trendy and waxed it all off. I hoped not as I like hairy cunts and her husband, the same one of 35 years does, at least he certainly did when we knocked about in those days. Maybe he has persuaded her to stay with the thatch?

Finally I chose one of the set with a pink bud and knowing her son and daughter were due to arrive later, I couldn't take too much of a risk, maybe they would be early and catch me in their mum's undies. I shoved the tiny black lace bundle into my pocket, to a lingering look and feel through all the drawers, checked for mistakes and left.

Downstairs, I tried to check the utility room, but as it was connected to the garage which housed three vintage cars it was locked.
Bugger! I drifted back to the lounge and the TV, papers and fell asleep. Since home I have videoed myself trying the briefs on when I had used a cock ring and also had a Cialis pill which can induce a sort of erection. One of the effects of the operation is that I can still experience a cum sensation without the actual cum and I have used her undies to this effect many times. If you would like to see the video, go to Image Fap and look it up on my page. My user name is cfag.