A Change in Routine

I haven't submitted in a while, and I'm back to my favorite genre, T&C. This story is rather long, but I guarantee it's steamy all the way through. I hope you like it.

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A Change in Routine

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The sex was good. Neither of us was a virgin when we married a few years ago, when we were both 23. But then again, I wouldn't say we were very experienced or very adventurous, for that matter. We had definitely fallen into a routine. Not a bad one, though. It was very pleasurable to me, and it seemed to be what she wanted, too, and I loved pleasing her. And our routine still resulted in sex about 3 or 4 nights a week.

"Cuddle with me," was Melody's way of saying she wanted sex. She had only the sexiest of lingerie and tonight she came to bed in a pair of red, nylon, lace-waist hiphuggers and a matching baby doll. I always admired the way her underwear accentuated her slender curves and I liked it when she walked around the house in it, before getting dressed for work or before going out in the evenings. So I happily obliged and rolled over to spoon her, first, pulling down and kicking off my boxer briefs.

As I snuggled up against her 5'7", 145 pound, slender frame, my penis began to respond almost immediately, starting out at an embarrassing 3.5-inch soft little stub, enlarging to its 5-inch fullness. If my size was an issue, she never mentioned it. Our bodies fit together like a glove, being that I was the same height and weighed only 10 pounds heavier.

With my shaft nesting between her ass cheeks, sheathed in her panties, I reached around her waist and let my left hand wander up towards her breasts. Slowly, I cupped her left tit and started massaging and gently squeezing it. I rubbed the lace of the baby doll across her nipple, feeling it respond and harden.

Brushing her wavy, brown hair aside, I began kissing the nape of her neck and her shoulder. I could feel my own nipples rubbing against the lace and nylon of her top as our bodies rocked with each slight movement.

Rolling Melody slightly onto her stomach, I shifted up, sliding on her satiny lingerie, to nibble her earlobe and gently blow into her ear. I was rewarded with a moan to indicate she liked what I was doing. Although I already knew it. This is what we always did.

I reached further around to give her right breast some attention. My hand was pressed between the nylon of her baby doll and the mattress while I kneaded and rubbed her globe. I pinched her right nipple and she drew in a breath, letting me know I had used the right amount of pressure. I could also detect a bit of her scent wafting up from her nether region as a sign that her arousal was building. I continued switching back and forth between breasts and nipples through her silky top with my hardness pressing into her lower back.

When I felt the first glob of precum begin to make its way to the tip of my cock, I shifted back down, leaving a trail of kisses as she rolled her neck and moaned. I also left a string of precum down the back of her nightgown and the back of her panties.

When we were back in our original position, with me spooning her, l gave her breasts one more squeeze and let my hand slide down her abdomen, across the flowing baby doll, until it reached the hem and then slid across the stretch of bare skin, before touching the lace of her panties.

I retreated a little and traced little lines and figure-eights with my finger tips, tickling her belly button and her mons pubis. I ran my fingers back down along the swollen lips of her pussy, feeling the wetness that had slickened her panties.

She was completely turned on and ready by this point, so she pushed her panties down shimmying past her hips, sliding the down to her ankles before kicking them off.

She then reached behind her, lifting her left leg, and guided my hard cock to her hot moist box. As I slid in, she began rocking back and forth while I held her hips and tried to keep my modest, little dick from slipping out.

We fucked slowly, at first, then when I could sense she was approaching a climax, I thrust as hard and deep as my equipment would allow, grinding against her mound. At the last moment, I reached around and touched her clit and we simultaneously orgasmed. A few shots of my cum squirting into her pussy, and a few tremors and contractions of her cunt and it was over.

All-in-all, we were both satisfied, or so I always thought. We never so much as talked about it, so I felt she was happy. I was, especially since she seemed to enjoy our routine. After all, I had been following her lead and had let her establish how we made love.

When I slipped out of her, she reached down and pulled her panties back on, while I went to wash up. I returned to bed, kissed her goodnight and we both drifted off to sleep.

Unbeknownst to me, our routine would soon begin the change, ever so slowly.

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A few nights later after going through the first part of our routine, we got to the part where she would slide her panties down, except this time, Melody only pulled the leg opening wide, before reaching back and pointing my cock in the right direction. She then released the panties. I could feel her panties encasing my shaft and balls. She seemed excessively excited and wet that night.

I could feel my penis rub against the inside of her panties whenever I pulled our of her pussy. The feeling was fantastic. It took much less time for me to cum in this situation. I even came before she reached her climax.

After I softened and fell out, I had to finger her pussy and diddle her clit to get her off. Her wetness and my cum lubricated my fingers. She didn't complain or say anything that night. This alteration to our previous routine continued for several more nights.

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Finally after a few more lovemaking sessions following this pattern, as we laid in bed one night, Melody asked, "Honey, are you a Pantyboi?"

I was like a deer caught in the headlights. I feigned ignorance. "What do you mean?" I didn't want to say what I was really feeling. Hell, I didn't want to believe it, myself. It was so far out there, I would never have imagined it was the panties that turned me on so much. I loved girls and I loved fucking my wife. But I knew what she was getting at. I thought back at how I loved to feel my cock sliding along her panty clad ass, how I loved stroking against pher slit as it soaked the front panel. I loved the way she looked in her sexy bikini shorts and her lacy thongs.

"Oh, come on, you know what I'm talking about. Do you like the way my panties feel on your penis?"

I was too embarrassed to admit it. I loved the way it felt, but I thought she might think I was some sort of freak. I thought she might throw me out of the bedroom or, maybe even the house, if she knew about my subconscious, now coming to light, fascination.

Admittedly, when I thought back on it, I had always liked watching her walk around the bedroom, while getting ready for the day or for a night out, in just her panties and bra. I liked looking at photos and her catalogues for lingerie. It always fascinated me and got me a little excited.

"Here, let's try something. Take off your underwear and lay back."

I did.

She dimmed the bedside lamps until there was just a warm glow in the room. She then pulled her panties off and wrapped them around my stiffening cock. Slowly, she started jacking me off. OMG, it felt so good! It felt like the softest pair of lips. It felt like pudding on your tongue. It felt like a warm hug from the person you love.

"Look at you, getting so hard. Tell me you're not my pantyboi," she giggled. "It's okay, sweetie. You can tell me. I've noticed how excited it makes you when you rub against my panties."

"Well, yeah. I kinda like it," I admitted sheepishly.

"Kinda? You've gotten so much harder and cum so much faster, the last few nights. And look at how you're reacting. It has to be the panties."

"You don't think I'm weird?"

"Why, no! As a matter of fact, it's a bit of a turn on for me, too. Say it."

"Say what?"

"Tell me you're a Pantyboi." She said as she kept stroking.

My mind was a muddled mess. My hormones were boiling through my bloodstream. My emotions were all over the place - embarrassment, elation, fear, lust. My balls were ready to burst.

"Tell me you're my Pantyboi."

Hearing her call me a Pantyboi over and over, pushed my past the point of no return.

"I don't want you to cum, until you say it." She squeezed my cock hard, temporarily halting my orgasm.

"OH GOD, YES! YES, I'M A PANTYBOI!"

"Tell me you're mine." She coached.

"YES! YES, I'M YOUR PANTYBOI!"

Then she exposed the head of my cock and wrapped her lips around it. In my stupor, I couldn't believe it, she rarely did that. She didn't like giving blow jobs. But here we were, panties wrapping my shaft, her lips sealed around my member, me screaming I was her Pantyboi.

I held her brown hair back while I watched her slide the panties up and down, nylon sliding against nylon, slipping up and down my dick. I watched her lick and suck the head. She was using her tongue to swirl around the tip and massage the frenulum. I couldn't hold back any longer. "Baby, I'm gonna cu... Ugggggggggh!" I exploded before I could get it out.

She sucked up shot after shot as I experienced, perhaps, the most intense orgasm of my entire life.

I just laid there, trying to catch my breath, as she gently licked me clean, swallowing every drop of my jism. She then scooted up and laid her head on my chest.

Finally, it occurred to me I had completely ignored her needs. So I started to slide my hand down her abdomen. Before I even got to her mons, I could feel the heat emanating from her box. She reached down and stopped me.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing. But that's not what I want."

I was confused.

"Tell me."

"I want you to ... lick me."

"You do?" That was something else that she had never particularly cared for. But I was more than willing. I actually liked doing it. But in the past she'd mentioned that it seemed too much like lesbian sex, which wasn't her thing. However things seemed to be changing tonight. Maybe old hang ups were fading away for the both of us.

"Are you sure? What's going on?" It was hard not to notice the recent changes in our routine.

"Well, we seemed to be in somewhat of a rut. So I did some research."

That was so much like her.

"I've noticed how there is a slight change in your demeanor when I pull my panties off after our foreplay. Not much, but just a little. Don't get me wrong, I've loved our routine. But based on some things I read, I thought you might have a little bit of ... a panty fetish. Lots of men do. I wasn't sure at first, but I think I may have been too set in my ways, too. And I just wanted to spice things up."

I gave it a bit of thought. It made sense, but I just wasn't sure. I really didn't want her to get the wrong idea about me. But after just a few seconds, I figured, 'what the heck. "I'd love to go down on you."

"Okay, but first...". She reached around her ankles until she located her panties and slid back them on. "Okay. Now."

I moved down between her legs and knelt back, admiring her body in the low light of our bedroom. The sexy panties she wore, a pink pair of tanga panties with roses, cupped her vagina and were already soaked with her juices.

I leaned over and started kissing her inside of her thighs. Her aroma and the heat from her pussy hit me all at once. I quickly moved my tongue up to the elastic around her legs and then across her mound. She moaned.

I placed my whole mouth on her pussy and sucked some of her wetness through her panties. I rubbed my cheeks and nose along her swollen lips, feeling them get wet. She squirmed and pushed her sex harder against my face, continuing to get moister by the minute.

"Ohhh, yess! Eat my pussy, lick my panties, Pantyboi!"

Hearing her call me her Pantyboi again made me redouble my efforts. Using my tongue, I pushed her panties into her cunt as far as I could, simultaneously nudging her clit with my nose. She tucked my hair behind my ears. I had always worn my blond hair a little long, maybe about 4 inches in the back. It reached down to the bottom of my neck and that I had always gotten compliments on from women I knew. She now had an unobstructed view of the cunnilingus.

"OH, YES! YES! YES!"

Her body began to tremble and jerk. She threw her legs over my shoulders and grabbed the back of my head, wrapping her fingers up in my hair, and held it tightly against her pussy. Her orgasms started coming in waves. I sucked up her fluids through the fabric of her pussy, as she squeezed my head between her thighs and thrust her hips up off the bed over and over, until she screamed one last time and collapsed.

Melody rolled on her side and I assumed the position of big spoon. Eating her out through her panties had gotten me hard as a rock again. My erection was sticking out, resting between her ass cheeks. I knew she had just cum tremendously, so I wasn't sure if she would be ready to go again so quickly. But as I slid my dick against her panty covered ass, she pushed back.

"One more time, Pantyboi?" She laughed.

"Yes, my Darling."

She lifted her left leg and slid my cock through the leg opening of her panties. Since we both had just orgasmed, there was no urgency. I penetrated her slowly and made passionate love to her, with her panties stimulating me to no end. After 20 minutes or so, we came together.

For the next few weeks, I was Melody's Pantyboi. She would use her panties to masturbate me, always letting me cum in her mouth, then she would put her panties back on and I would bring her to climax with my mouth. Afterwards, we would either snuggle until we fell asleep or, sometimes, I would rub my cock all over her panties and wind up fucking her from behind, with my dick sliding in and out, trapped between her vagina and her panties.

Some nights though, after we had both had our first orgasm, she would kiss me and I could taste a feint hint of my cum on her lips, and when we'd kiss deeper, on her tongue. Undoubtedly, she was tasting herself on my lips, too. It was a strange feeling, knowing we were each getting a taste of ourselves, as well as a taste of each other. Even so, I wasn't prepared for the next twist in our routine.

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Sex was now, nearly every night. And one night, after getting both of us worked up, rubbing my cock against her ass and sliding it between her legs against the outside of her panty covered vagina, she asked, "Want to try something new, Pantyboi?"

I wasn't going to turn anything down at this point. "Yes, whatever you want, sweetheart."

"Would you like to try on my panties?"

Now, I can't say the thought had never crossed my mind during the last several weeks, but I didn't want to spoil what we had, so I hadn't pushed it. And again, I was worried how she might react. But here she was suggesting it. In fact, the way she batted her eyes when she asked, I knew it would be okay.

"Does my Pantyboi want to wear my panties?" She playfully asked again. "You know, I know you've thought about it."

I knew she was just trying to tease me a little more.

"Yes, I have." I admitted.

"Saaaay it."

"Yes, I've thought about wearing your panties."

"And so, you want to wear them?"

"Yes, your Pantyboi would like to wear your panties."

"Say pretty please."

I was like putty in her hands, at this point. I was so excited.

"Pretty please, may your Pantyboi wear your panties?"

She reached down beside the bed and held up several pairs. "Which ones does my Pantyboi want to try?"

It was an easy decision. One of them was my favorite pair, a deep red pair of La Perla cheeky briefs. The front panel was a solid triangle and the rear panel was all lace that wrapped around and lifted the buttocks. They had a wide lacy waistband, too, which I thought made them extra sexy. I had always loved seeing them on her. Now I was going to get to wear them myself. I pointed to the chosen pair. I was giddy with excitement.

"Ooooo, such a pretty pair. My Pantyboi has excellent taste. She crawled to the foot of the bed between my feet. She knelt there holding them up for me to see. "And someone is excited about trying on her first pair of panties, I see." A small puddle of precum lay beneath the tip of my twitching cock, as undeniable evidence. I caught her use of the feminine pronoun, however, when I lifted my feet and felt the first tickle of the delicate fabric, I all but forgot about it.

As Melody slowly slipped the panties over my ankles, I felt a tingling. She held them there. They felt so soft and silky. She just watched my face, which was wrought with a mixture of emotions.

Then, centimeter by centimeter, she slid them up my calves. The tingling I felt when they brushed over my ankles, turned to a throbbing. She was enjoying my torture and grinned at me. I involuntarily closed my eyes. She paused again as they passed over my knees. I opened my eyes and pleaded with her to continue without words. The anticipation was excruciating.

She resumed. As they caressed my thighs, the throbbing became a pounding in my head and in my heart and in my loins. I lifted my hips off the bed and she pulled the panties all the way up.

When she snugged them around my hips and cupped them around my ass the pounding drowned out any and all thoughts. And as she finally pulled the front up, encasing my precum-dripping penis, the pounding triggered an explosion. No other stimulation had been required. I flooded them with cum. Cum squeezed out the waistband and oozed through the fabric of the front panel and cum flowed down around my balls.

At the same time, a memory popped into my head. I was three or four. I couldn't put my finger on it, but something felt familiar.

"Oh my! Has my pretty girl soiled her panties?" She giggled.

There. I was no longer her Pantyboi, I was her girl. And I felt so girly, except for the gooey mess I had created, wearing panties for the first time. I was speechless, though, and couldn't form any words to say how I felt. I could definitely feel myself blushing.

Melody then stuck her fingers in the cum that had squirted out the waistband onto my abdomen. She smeared it and traced a cummy heart with an arrow through it on my belly, then proceeded to lick it all up. I watched her dip her hand inside the waistband and pull it out covered in cum, again. She rubbed some on her lips as her tongue snaked out and licked around and in between her fingers, before sliding them in her mouth and sucking them clean.

I found my mouth watering. I felt an urge to taste it for myself. Somehow she was reading my mind. Or it may have been the look of longing in the expression on my face. She slid her fingers inside the panties again. Pulling them out, she held the sticky glob close to her lips again, pausing, tempting, teasing me.

"Oh! I'm sorry, would my girl like a taste? Does she want some cum?"

Never in my wildest fantasies several months ago, would I have ever seen us here in this place. But she was leading and I was more than willing to follow. I knew what she wanted to hear.

"Yes, pretty please. May your girl have a taste of cum?"

"That's what I wanted to hear," she cooed.

She held her hand out. I took her by the wrist and lowered her goo-covered fingers towards my face. I did what she had done, before. I rubbed them on my lips, smearing the viscid fluid across them. The odor wafting up to my nose from so near, was musky and dank. I parted my lips and swirled my tongue around her fingers, tasting it. I then hungrily plunged them into my waiting mouth and sucked and swallowed every drop, licking my lips when I was done to get every ounce.