Panties For Men

My lovely wife recently bought me a couple pair of the panties shown in the picture, you know the ones like some women wear on DWTS.  I think the sellers call them Rumba Panties, but my wife and I call them Naughty Girl Panties, because I like to flirt while wearing them.  She bought me 2 pair, one in white and one in pink.

I put the white ones on along with matching white ruffled bra under one of my dance outfits.  The upper part of that outfit is sleeveless and rather ‘fitted’.  It is made of yellow shiny and satiny material with swirls of Rhine stones on it.  The bottom part is a yellow chiffon semi-transparent skirt with tons of folds in it.  The top and skirt are sewn together.  The skirt is short enough that it leaves an inch or two of panty showing below the hem.  That’s where the flirting comes in.  I finished off with 4-1nch strappy patent leather yellow stilettos to match the dance outfit.  I didn’t need to wear stockings or panty hose, since my legs were nice and tan and freshly shaven.  I had often seen women on DWTS dancing in heels, so I figured why not?

We went with another couple to a local dance club that we often frequent, although we drove in separate cars.  More about that later.  The four of us got a table right on the edge of the dance floor.  When the music started my wife said to me: “Why don’t you get out there and dance this song solo?  We want to see how you can dance in your new panties.”  I started twirling out there, causing my skirt to lift enough to give everyone a free panty show.  I started shaking my booty in time with the music, which just happened to be the "dancing queen" song sung by Abba.  This caused  the ruffles on my panties to do a little dance of their own, then the wolf whistles started coming.

Another guy (a stranger) seated at a table across the dance floor whistled and yelled at me: “Hey cutie-pie, c’mon over here and tickle my face with your sexy little ruffles.”  The idea of another person sniffing my panties while I was wearing them and possibly kissing my booty was a temptation too powerful to resist, so I twirled my way across the dance floor until I got to his table.  He flipped the back of my skirt up and then buried his face in my ruffles.  He pulled the back of my skirt down over the back of his head, “just for privacy”.  I tossed my ruffled booty side-to-side in his face in time with the music.  He started breathing heavily and was moaning with delight as my ruffles tickled his face.  His hot breath tickled my thighs and booty.  His hot breath made me sprout a bone, but the folds in the front of my skirt kept it well-hidden.

I switched my back-and-forth motion to bobbing up-and-down, still in time with the music.  My butt crack started eating my panties or maybe his tongue pushed my panties up there.  Anyway, my cheeks fell out the bottom of my panties.  So there I was slapping his face with my bare booty.  I was totally turned on by the slapping sound and the sound of my heels clicking on the hard wood dance floor, all in time with the music.  So I told him:  “Kiss me, kiss me, kiss me.”  His hot slippery tongue and hot breath on my booty was too much, and so I shot a little pre-cum into the front of my panties.  He said that he did too.  I told him to go into the men’s room where he could “take care of things”.  He then left his table.  I thought for sure that the management would come and stop us, but they never did and the music kept playing.  I got several nods of approval, as well as wolf whistles, as I danced my way back to my table.

When I got there, my wife excused us from the table, telling our friends that we needed to go “out back” and discuss something privately.  She took me by the hand and led me to a remote area of the building.  She told me that her panties were soaking wet because she had become very horny just watching me “do a number on that guy”.  She told me that I'd become "a real dancing queen out on that dance floor".  She took me by the hand and led me out to the parking lot where she opened the back door of our van.  She motioned me in and after I got in, she told me to lay on the floor on my back.

She slipped her panties off and pulled them down over my head, “just for privacy”.  She skillfully turned them so my face was covered with the wettest part.  She then pulled my panties off.  Tossing my panties aside, she mounted me. She kept bobbing up and down, bringing me almost to the edge, but stopping just short.  She kept teasing me that way, stopping just short each time.  I lost track of how many times she brought me ‘just to the edge’.  Finally she let out this gigantic sigh, started bobbing up and down feverishly, finally bringing my throbbing love stick as well as her ‘valley of love’ to simultaneous fulfillment.  It had been several months since I had shot a load that big.  After that we both fell into a deep sleep until we were awakened by morning sun streaming through the front windows of our van.  The back windows where we slept had been blackened out previously, since we often made love back there.