It had been nearly a week since the scintillating Saturday when my fiancée and I had the most incredible meeting of the minds about our sexual desires. Unfortunately, as the days crept forward from that fateful afternoon, I began to worry that those moments were an aberration rather than a sign of things to come.

In the throes of passion, we had done a bit of internet browsing for the toys that would send our sex life to the next level. Much to my dismay, these items simply made it to the shopping cart. Was she waiting to regain her sexual courage or was she beginning to regret some of the statements that can be made when every nerve in your body is aching for release from excruciating sexual tension?

As the daily routine of work returned, I began to worry that the seed we had planted was going to die a quick and painful death. I knew I had to act, but I feared embarrassment if regret really was the feeling on her mind. Fortunately, when it comes to sex, it doesn’t exactly take much stimulation to place a guy back into the mindset of thinking with his other head. A slow morning at work and a quick digital trip back to the toy store was all I needed.

As I stared at the selections, my mind raced. I made my picks, placed the order, and felt a wave of ecstasy rush over my body when I realized what was on its way. I only wished that I had expedited the shipping, but I suppose that a bit of patience and build-up isn’t always the worst thing. I was excited and incredibly nervous to tell my fiancée that I had pulled the trigger, but I knew I would have to wait for the right moment… maybe when my dick was sliding ever-so-sensually in and out of her soft pussy.

Yeah… I didn’t have to wait that long.

It didn’t take much convincing to tear into each other when we got home from work. Naturally, I had a massive amount of pent up energy from my earlier shopping excursion, but it also seemed like the events of the prior weekend may have been stirring her veracious side. With her legs wrapped around my back, squeezing my dick deeper and deeper inside her, I leaned in and whispered into her ear…

“I ordered those things today.”

“O really?” she managed, before exuding a loud moan. “Tell me what you bought.”

“I ordered a blindfold”

“Yeah,” she whispered.

“And that whip and handcuffs.”

“Ohhhh.”

“And that vibrator that you liked.”

“Uhhhhhhh, what else??”

I hesitated for a second. “And I bought that strap-on.”

“Mmmmmm, so I can fuck you?”

I couldn’t even muster a response, just a few groans and an intense need to thrust faster into her dripping pussy.

She still wanted it as bad as I did, but I still had that last boundary to broach. I could picture her behind me, grasping my hips and drilling her new-found friend deep into my ass. However, that didn’t complete the scene in my head and I just had to let her know.

“When you’re fucking me, you should make me wear one of your thongs,” I blurted out, praying that I hadn’t gone too far.

After a few seconds that felt like an hour, she looked me in the eye and said, “You’d do that?” Relief… pure ecstasy… complete disbelief… I am not sure what precisely described my emotions at that moment. It didn’t matter though, I was in and I wasn’t looking back.

“Yeah, you could treat me like your bitch. I would be yours for whatever you wanted.” While my mind swirled thinking about this future moment, she decided to get straight to the point.

“Would you wear one of my thongs now?” Like this was even a question.

“You pick.” I responded.

I couldn’t believe that this was happening. I had secretly worn panties many times in the past, always dreaming of an opportunity to do so during a sexual encounter. Here I was, sitting at the edge of the bed while my gorgeous fiancée rummaged through her drawer to find the perfect pair of panties for me to wear. She settled on a white, satin thong at the sight of which my dick grew to its capacity.

She reached down and slowly slid the silky piece of heaven up my legs. I twitched as I felt the familiar sensation of the string gently finding its place between my ass. I looked down somewhat sheepishly as my bulging dick formed a huge tent with the smooth fabric. She moaned almost uncontrollably. “Look…at…that,” she said in a voice that clearly was exhibiting the fulfillment of a long-held fantasy.

“I’m just like one of the girls in the porn that we like to watch,” I said invitingly.

She immediately accepted the invitation, pushed me onto the bed, climbed on my body, and slowly inched her pussy onto my face. I greedily licked her pussy like I had seen so many lesbians do before. She didn’t even have to touch my dick…The soft satin combined with the tug of the thong against my ass was pushing me to the brink.

“I’m making my panties soooo wet!” I yelled in between my furious licks. That was all she, and I, needed to hear. She let out one last loud moan before her body began to shake. I focused on my task at hand even as my beautiful new panties began to fill and drip all over myself and the bed.

She collapsed on the bed and I continued to lay there, feeling what it was like to have wet panties. I was a lesbian tonight… I couldn’t wait to see what I was once our package arrived.