In My Briefs

It was a typical hot summer night. At 10 o'clock I was lying shirtless on the bed. The blankets are down near the foot of the bed.

My wife of 5 years Jill is lying beside me wearing a sheer pink chemise over her bare boobs. Her pink panties are of the bikini type.

She loves working out at the gym and it shows. At 29, she has a slim hourglass figure. Her bust measures 35 inches. She has no cellulite in her thighs and no rolls.

"We need to buy an airconditioner."

She replied with a whole different suggestion. "Why don't we just get a new apartment. The lease is about to expire before year end anyway."

"I thought of that."

"It's even too warm here to have sex."

"That settles it. Tomorrow we'll go shopping for an airconditioner."

I believe she regarded an airconditioner as a stop gap. I did take her suggestion to move seriously but I didn't let her know that. I like this little apartment.

"I'm going to get a water."

We always keep spring water in the fridge. She came back to the bedroom with a Poland Spring which she opened before sitting on the side of the bed. Watching her drink reminded me that I could do with a drink so I went to the fridge for a water.

Both of us have a strong libido so sex is often simultaneous. We look for ways to spice it up, like the time she streaked a hundred yards. That's another story for another time.

The following afternoon at 3 o'clock I moved a floor model airconditioner that we just bought at Lowes into our bedroom and connected a fat hose which I ran to the window. It proved to be a worthwhile purchase, not to mention the best trip to a store in a long time. I flipped the switch and let it hum softly cooling the room.

We retired to the bedroom at 9 30, having decided that nothing on TV was worth watching.

I had grown accustomed to sleeping shirtless in just briefs.

The cooler room had awakened the libido.

"I need you to masturbate."

The instant I put my hands to the waistband she objected. "NO, no. Squirt cum into your briefs. I want to see a big wet spot."

She's the boss. If I don't do what she says I won't get to jump on her bones.

I stroked my dick through my shorts then closed my hand around the still concealed shaft. She stared at my lap encouraging me to rub hard and fast.

"Come on, make that wet spot"

Rubbing hard and fast soon produced the result that she wanted to see, a large wet spot.

"Nice."

I decided that I didn't want to change my briefs until morning so I stayed in bed.

We fell fast asleep after indulging in sex.

On Sunday morning about 7 I strolled into the kitchen to find Jill sipping a coffee. She was was wearing the same sheer chemise. Saturday night I had witnessed her putting her vibrator inside her panties.

Is she wearing clean panties or the same wet ones? It doesn't matter. So what if she IS wearing the same cum soaked undies.

I poured a coffee and sat beside her.

"I still think we need to find a new place. This place is too small."

"I think you're right. Let's look for a condominium."

"Some place near stores," she said.

I nodded. Walking distance to stores?

"We'll start looking today."

She added, "with airconditioning."

She started preparing breakfast. Before 7 30 we sat down to eggs over easy with toast, bacon and hash browns which we took our time eating.

"There's something else I want in a place."


"Ok," I said with a nod.

"a big yard."

"So you want a house."

"Yup."

"We should start looking ASAP."

"One more thing, I need you to masturbate."

"Now, here?"

"Ah huh." She nodded. She paused briefly. "if you want sex tonight you'll do what I say."

"OK," I said.

"Wait. Are those briefs clean and dry?"

"Yah."

"Wet them."

I walked back to the sofa and settled into it.

Like the previous evening, I gave my dick a hard fast rub through the cotton. Seconds passed quickly while my hand was busy rubbing one out.

Suddenly I felt a squirt. A wet spot in my briefs appeared and expanded.

"Very good. Now you can get laid tonight."

I dressed in cutoffs, velcro sandals and gray tank top and went out to the balcony. Jill joined me minutes afterward. She had donned an army green off-shoulder short-sleeved fitted top and denim shorts. She had put her feet into wedge sandals.

"Let's go to the lake today and just sit by the water."

She asked, "can I skinny dip."

"There are nudist resorts within a hundred miles of here. Some day we'll make a reservation."

"I like your idea."

"There are at least 3 in Indiana."

"I'll call one,"

 said my wife.

I nodded.

"You know I don't mind jacking off for you. Why do you insist on seeing me ejaculate into my underpants?"

"It's sexy that way." She replied with a grin.

The sun grew stronger as it rose in the sky so we went back inside. I moved our airconditioner into the livingroom and we became engrossed in Netflix "The Kominsky Method", a series starring Michael Douglas and Alan Arkin. It turns out that my wife is a fan of both actors.

I slouched in the sofa. Jill sat close to me.

I had no desire to get naked. I just wasn't in the mood to indulge in sex.

Jill was focusing all her attention on the tv series. Stay focused on the tv girl.

Episode after episode played keeping us engrossed in the series.

About 12 30 Jill suggested that we have sandwiches. "I'll bring them in here."

"Cool."

Several minutes later Jill returned to the living room and set a platter on the coffee table. On the platter were cold cut and sliced tomato sandwiches made with French bread.

We ate slowly while watching television.

I opened the beer bottle taking my first gulp after finishing almost half my sandwich.

Suddenly I had changed my mind about getting naked but stripping could wait until I finish my sandwich. Jill got the same notion at the same time and was already getting undressed. She had tossed her off-shoulder top to the floor beyond the table.