Cheated- a Patreon exclusive story (panty tf)

Lisa and I were in the bedroom, my strong arms wrapped around her, pulling her in close. My lips softly caressed the contour of her shoulder as I made my way down her body. My hand lowered and grabbed hold of her buttock and pull her in tight. I snaked a hand round over her hip and slipped between the folds of her sex. She was wet already, and I slid my finger easily along her slit. Back and forth I moved my finger, she parted her legs a little to open herself up to me, little sparks of excitement racing through her body and her nipples hardened in reaction.

She straddled my body and rocked, so my tip rubbed her clit and along her slit. Then holding my cock she nudged the head to her opening. Before she sits down on it, she hears the front door slam shut.

In a panic she jumped from the bed and looks around the room. I followed suit and she realized that she does not have time to hide me. Our eyes met.

One minute I was stood next to her bed, the next I am on the floor., staring up at the ceiling. I see  I see her step into my slight, standing over me, looking fearfully at the door as she reaches down and snatches me up. I am swallowed in her fist as she easily yanks me open, thumbs on either side,  parting her legs and pulled me up towards her beautiful, well-kept pussy. In of this in a moment. Almost too quick to realize what has happened. I am tugged up her thighs and then I’m smothered as she pulls me up around her crotch. I breathe in deeply, savoring the aroma. The smell of her wet pussy drive me wild. I understood what had happened to me, I just could not understand how. And the wet brush of her lips is sending me spasming into wild delirium.

I can feel her juice seep into my fabric. The musky smell permeating the cotton that had once been a face. I took another deep breath. I could only see her pussy at that moment, and I wanted to be inside her.

I heard footsteps on the stairs and knew her husband would walk in any second.

“Hi my love.” She said smoothly.

“Afternoon! I see you are ready for me!” he replied.

She jumped up off the bed, she flung her arms around her husband’s neck and kissed him deeply. His hands lowered and slipped into the back of me and grabbed her cheeks.

I could see the hands cupping the pert round buttocks of his mistress and the jealousy raged within me. I knew she was married and did not really care that she was, but seeing them together, doing what moments before we were doing, filled me with anger.

A large hand moved round to her front and he touched her. He could feel the dampness of her panties and he moaned into her mouth as they kissed. I could hear the smacking of their lips and it turned my stomach.  I wished that I were elsewhere but for now I was stuck. I was sure that when this ordeal was over, she would turn me back.

The couple lay down on the bed together and her husband ran his hand down her body and over the top of her lilac panties. He pushed the material between her folds and rubbed it hard over her clit.

I was squashed up into her neatly trimmed bush and I felt myself getting wetter. She was highly aroused and was leaking her juice all over me. Her heady scent made me dizzy but was intoxicating to me. I felt thumbs push under the sides of me as I began to slide down her legs, away from her beautiful body. I watched with more clarity now as her husband laid on the bed next to me and buried his face between her legs.

I wished it were me back there. To be that close to her again. My view from her ankle was of a hairy ass as her husband lapped at her. I could hear how wet she was, and I knew that it was down to me that she was that wet. I smiled to myself remembering how eager she was with me. How she draped herself over me to get what she wanted. I could just see her face over the backside of her husband, and she was looking directly at me. She winked and smiled at me, knowing I could see her and what she was doing.

She gyrated beneath her husband, trying to get him to service her every need. He kept missing the good spot, so she would move into it, he would then move away from it again. She grabbed his arms and pulled him up her body to kiss him again. I had to peer between her husband’s legs, and it was not a pretty sight. I closed my eyes at the view but could not resist watching her husband perform. She grabbed at her husband’s cock and rubbed it to hardness. She guided his cock towards her slit and ran it along it a few times. Her husband got the hint and slowly slid into her. She closed her eyes as he did and let out a long sigh.

I watched as her husband slid his mediocre cock into her pussy. She wrapped her legs around him and I was left dangling from her ankle. I swung freely back and forth as the rhythm of their sex was established. The view up there was better as I could see her breasts bounce with every thrust. Her face was one of pure enjoyment. I was not sure if that was the effect of her husband or the fact that she knew I was watching.

I could feel the dampness of my gusset drying out and it became stiff. The smell was the same, but I was now cold. I wanted to be back between her legs. To be close to her again. She looked up at me and her face contorted into an evil grin. She was getting pleasure out of my torment.

As her husband’s thrusts got harder and deeper, her face changed again, and she closed her eyes. She let out soft moans as she began her journey towards climax. Her body arched to push her groin up to meet him and allow a deeper thrust. It also pushed her breasts higher and he bent down to take a nipple in his mouth.  His tongue swirled around the hard bud and he sucked it deep into his mouth. Her gasps made him go faster and his grunts indicated that he too would cum soon. She dug her fingers into his shoulders, and he slowed down. He body began to stiffen as her orgasm neared and she began to shudder beneath him.

Her husband gave her a few final thrusts before emptying his seed inside her. He growled into her neck as he finished and collapsed on top of her. She looked frustrated that he had finished already but that was why she had a me. Her husband peeled himself off her and told her to get dressed.

“I am taking you out for a meal and I want you to wear those panties!” he said.

“But they’re dirty!” She replied.

“I know!” he flashed her with a grin. She shook her head and laughed.

She gently pulled the me back up her body without even glancing down and I was finally back between her legs. She pulled me up high, so my gusset sat flush against her warm skin. I felt the cum dribble out of her slit onto me and I sighed. I did not care that I was covered in another man’s cum, I was back where I should be. She tugged at the front of my material and it rubbed against her clit. She was still aroused, and it would be my job to satisfy her until they returned home later that night.

She slipped on a black dress over me, leaving with in the shadowy gloom beneath it without even acknowledging me and went downstairs. Her husband met her at the bottom of them and embraced her, planting a soft gentle kiss in her cheek as they left the house. As she sat down in the car, she felt the cum still dribbling out of her pussy and she smiled to herself. She rocked herself from side to side as she sat and I was rubbed against her folds as she did. The sweat that had built up on her body during the session had traveled down her body and reached me, where it was absorbed into my lacy fabric.

I now had the added smell of salty sweat added to the smell of pussy and cum. Her knotted hole was as damp as the rest of her and it added a stale smell to the mix. I was not sure how I felt about the different scents I was now getting but I was overwhelmed by the happiness of being where I was.

My thoughts drifted back to how I had ended up like this. There must be some magic involved. I hoped that she would turn me back but was unsure when she actually would. Driving over a bump in the road her pussy gave a little spasm and with a gurgle let another dribble of cum flow onto my face. It should have bothered me, being stained by another man’s spunk. But I felt strangely accepting. I was just a pair of panties currently. This was my lot in life, to be snapped close to her pussy and hips, to have my fabric impregnated by scents and fluids. I just hoped it was only temporary...