Page 46 of Never Say Never

TANTALIZING TIPS

•Haunt thrift stores for starters. A complete transformation doesn’t have to empty your wallet. Plus, you might get ideas from perusing racks of vintage clothing.

•Plan an evening in which you and your partner dress head-to-toe as the opposite sex. No peeking until the big reveal. See where this saucy scenario leads.

•Venture out in public while dressed in drag. Halloween is often a safe way to try this for the first time. But you don’t have to save the fun for once a year. Host a costume party if you don’t want to take the show on the road.

FICTION: CROSS-DRESSING

TANGLED UP IN BLUE

SOPHIA VALENTI

When I found the panties, I’ll admit that I immediately thought the worst. I had been putting away the laundry when I noticed the neatly folded satin nestled between Chad’s no-nonsense cotton briefs. I knew right away they weren’t mine; blue was never my color.

My heart fell as I picked up the panties, already trying to imagine the woman to whom they belonged. But I was also confused. Chad and I worked from home and were practically inseparable. Never mind motive or desire—when could he possibly find the time to cheat?

I held the lace-trimmed garment by the waistband, with a million thoughts running through my mind. One of which was: That’s why he always insists on putting away his own clothes! I wondered what other drawers he had in his drawer.

My dismay was just about to take a sharp turn toward anger, when Chad interrupted my reverie. “They’re mine,” he said, his voice quavering.

“What do you mean?” I spun around to face him, not knowing what the hell he was talking about. He was looking sheepish, and he was blushing to the roots of his dark blond hair.

“The panties. They’re mine,” he stammered. “I-I like to wear them sometimes.”

The embarrassment on his face was undeniable, and I knew right away that he was telling me the truth. At first I was so relieved he wasn’t sleeping with another woman that the full effect of his words didn’t register. But a heartbeat later, when the silence between us seemed charged with increasing tension, I realized he needed a response from me other than a wide-eyed stare.

“You like to wear panties.” I repeated the words, buying myself a little more time. But as I spoke, I could already picture him in my head: tall and muscular, satin and lace—an intriguing combination. And the more I thought about it, the more I wanted to see him draped in that beautiful blue satin.

Chad nodded, his tongue darting out to lick his lips nervously. I could see the worry clouding his blue-green eyes—eyes that nearly matched his knickers. I knew that sharing this secret was huge. It was bigger than us moving in together, and even bigger than getting married. It was easy for him to say he loved me. It was far more difficult to admit that he loved panties.

“Show me,” I whispered, offering him the slippery bit of satin. My voice cracked, my nerves finally catching up with his. This was uncharted territory for me, but my desire seemed to have me acting on autopilot. Chad reached out, taking my hand in his as we held the garment between us. His fingers brushed against my palm through the delicate fabric, that gentle touch sending shivers down my spine. We kept our hands locked together for a moment, with the panties crushed between our fingers. Looking deep into his eyes, I knew that everything was going to be okay. This kink of his was a minor detour in our journey together, but it was an enticing adventure that I wanted to take with him.

Chad pulled away, taking the panties from me and beginning to strip. His days of college football were long behind him, but he still had the body of an athlete. I admired every bit of masculine flesh as it was revealed, seeing his muscles grow taut as he reached up to pull his T-shirt over his head. His hair was now mussed, but he didn’t make a move to fix it. Instead, he picked up the pace and shucked off his jeans and briefs. His cock was already semirigid, and I had to stop myself from reaching out to stroke him. I was already aching for him, but I wanted the picture in my head to become reality. I wanted to see him wearing those panties, and I wanted to stroke his cock through that shiny satin.

Once Chad was naked, he held the panties in front of him, ready to step into the delicate underwear. However, he waited a beat, as if giving me a moment to back out, but that wasn’t going to happen. I felt like I was seeing my husband for the very first time, with his lust finally laid as bare as his flesh.

“Do it,” I whispered, surprised by how husky my voice sounded.

Chad bit his lip and then took a deep breath that he released as he slipped first one leg and then the other into the panties. As he slowly pulled them upward, I moved closer, my hands joining his at the waistband. He released his grip, smiling shyly as I raised the panties up over his thighs. I had to smile, too, when I needed to pull the satin out and up in order to cover his erect cock, which was now as hard as I’d ever seen it. Slipping my fingers just underneath the waistband, I smoothed out the wide strip of elasticized lace, running my thumbs along the outside as a guide.

Despite the very unladylike bulge in the front, the panties fit him like a dream. Not too big and not too small. Chad didn’t know what I expected of him, so he simply stood still and quiet as I absorbed my first vision of him in his precious panties. He was a sight to behold, with his stubble-covered chin and disheveled hair, and broad shoulders that tapered to a trim waist. My eyes traveled down his flat stomach, lingering at his well-defined muscles before settling on the sleek satin that spanned his hips and barely covered the evidence of his arousal. It was fascinating to me that a simple piece of fabric could carry so much weight and worry—and inspire so much passion and lust.

I let my fingers play at his lacy waistband, while I walked around his body. Caressing him as I moved, I felt his abs quiver under my fingertips, which I continued to slide around his waist before running them over the taut cheeks of his ass.

Without a word, I slipped my arms around him, embracing him from behind. The back panel of his panties felt slippery as I ground my body against his, letting my hands roam over his pecs. I kept the fingers of one hand splayed across his chest, stroking the smattering of hair there, as I moved the other hand downward. As I gently brushed his erection, Chad uttered a soft moan and its sexy vibrations resonated within my own body, making my nipples peak and my pussy moisten. I let my fingers play over his bulge, sightlessly savoring the contrast of his steely erection swathed in such feminine fabric. The satin hugged every ridge in his shaft, and although I had touched, kissed and licked his cock countless times, this familiar terrain suddenly felt exciting and new.

Chad turned in the circle of my arms. I was still completely dressed, but he quickly took care of that. Losing his shyness, he reverted to the take-charge guy I was used to, and within a matter of minutes, the only thing between us was that magical scrap of blue. Leaning down, my husband held my head in place by weaving his fingers through my long, dark hair so he could kiss me deeply. I closed my eyes, surrendering to him as I shamelessly rubbed my body against his. I loved the feeling of the satin against my bare flesh, and I loved even more that every one of my movements made the panties stroke Chad’s erection and caused him to groan against my lips.

When we finally broke apart, Chad’s face was flushed and he was gazing at me with eyes half-lidded with lust. I backed him toward the bed, not even bothering to clear away the unfolded laundry that was still piled there. With stray thongs and mismatched socks surrounding him, Chad settled back and I knelt between his spread thighs.

Chad looked down at me, the erratic rise and fall of his chest betraying the fragile state of his control. I caressed the front of his panties once more, tugging the fabric taut and witnessing up close what my fingers had already observed: Chad’s cock was impressively erect and straining mightily against the front of his dainty undergarment. I stroked the length of his pole, which made him thrust his hips upward aggressively as he tried to increase the pressure of my touch. Tossing my hair to one side, I lowered my head and took a long, slow lick of his shaft.

“Oh, baby, that’s sweet,” he uttered in a fractured whisper.

My tongue easily glided along the satin, so I kept repeating the motion, enjoying the way the wet fabric darkened and clung to his erection, covering him like a second skin. I liked teasing him this way, but it was getting harder and harder to ignore the frantic pulsations of my own sex. This drawn-out play—from Chad’s striptease and fashion show to his passionate kisses—had made my pussy throb with desire. I could feel the evidence of my arousal dampening my thighs.

I rocked backward on my heels, squeezing my legs together to give myself some relief, but the action only made me more desperate for him. But before I fully surrendered to my lust, I wanted Chad to tell me more—to reveal all of his satin-filled fantasies.

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