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PANTY STORY # 65
Having an accomplice
Bill, I promised you a letter last week and I didn't come through. Forgive me, a lot of things got in the way. I have read some stories about guys that have their partners filch panties for them when the opportunity arose. I love the concept and I want that same thing to happen to me. I suggested to my wife that maybe she could try to get me a pair of her sister Susan’s panties for me. I have wanted a pair of hers for about 20 years but have always held back because discovery would be a major family embarrassment. I don’t want that because there are a lot of women in the family. Wait your time, so many panties, no time for a screwup. I have had opportunities with all of them but one, but always I have taken the cautious route. I asked her to try for Susan’s once before but she said it was too hard. She picked up a pair and her sister said, "those are mine". She said that they were just like hers. Incident forgotten. Susan visited us recently and on the day she was going to leave and left her travel bag in the living room when she went to shower. Very unusual but an opportunity. As soon as I heard the shower going I headed to the open bag, in front of my wife and snorkeled through it. I found very pretty lace bras and panties. I grabbed a black pair of Olgas in size seven and headed to my bedroom. My pulse was pounding. I finally had them in my hand. I dropped my robe and started to stroke myself. it felt wonderful. I tried them on and made an instant tent, no surprise there. I sniffed for her scent and found that it wasn't at all like my wife’s, not as tangy. It was very different than most of the scents that I have smelled over the years. I have smelled everything from nothing, to rotting tuna. They were kind of bland but not without a personal scent. Thirty seconds had passed and I started thinking that there were not many pairs in there and that they might be missed. I replaced them. A missed opportunity, pilot error. Still none of Susan’s panties in possession.
There was a time when we went to a niece’s wedding and Susan shared a room with us. After the partying we went back to the room to sleep and in the morning there was her panties and pantyhose kind of rolled up in a ball in the closet. Another opportunity but a very dangerous one. If I picked them up she would surely notice, it was much too obvious. As it worked out when we were packing to leave, they were still there. I mentioned it to her and she said "thank you I didn't even notice." Another missed opportunity. Damn, I hate that. I could have snatched them and if anything was said, I could always say; I thought they were Carolyn’s. 20-20 hindsight. You gotta go for it and "damn the torpedoes". Just recently my wife drove down and picked up Susan and headed to her mother’s place to help her paint the exterior of her house. All of the "kids" were going to be there and my imagination soared. There would be, mom, Susan, Maryellen and Jolene, what a target rich environment, I was almost squirting at the thought. My honey called me on the first night there and we chatted. I reminded her that she had an opportunity to maybe score a new pair and maybe even one from each woman. She said she would try but it would be difficult because of limited room, some people were sleeping on the floor. I thought to myself, this will probably not work to be anything but I had hope. For a week, when my thoughts went to that place, my pulse quickened but I really did not expect much. When she returned we sat around and talked of her trip and I didn't bring up the subject, didn't want to seem too anxious. After a while I asked, "did you have any luck" and she replied yes. My heart quickened, I wanted them now and all of the details. She pulls from her travelbag, what looks like a pair of panties but turned out to be a camisole. A very high quality camisole, I might add, a Wondermaid 100 percent antron nylon. SCORE. She gave me background on the theft. It seems like her brother stores a lot of stuff in mom’s garage because he and his wife live on their sailboat in a marina and have not much room for storage. There was a box in the garage that said looked to be full of lingerie. She sweated bullets getting in there and getting me something. I think I know that feeling. The second she pulled out was a pair of pink full sized briefs in size seven with the tags still attached. From the price it was obvious that they didn't come from the store recently. The former owner couldn't get into a size seven, now, with a shoehorn. The next thing she pulls out is a pair of Susan’s Olga full cut briefs. White with lace top and bottom and all Susan’s, but mine now. I was so excited I dropped my shorts and began masturbating in front of my wife in Susan’s panties. She didn't like that so I stopped but I am wearing Debbie’s camisole, Susan’s panties, and have Debbie’s pink Panties stuffed down the front of Susan’s panties. I have not allowed myself to shoot into any of them yet because they are new and I want to wear them for a while. They are marked though. I don't consider a pair to be mine until they have pre cum stains that are noticeable. It is like marking your territory. I notice that Debbie’s don't seemed to be marked, oh well it's time for a smoke break.