First off as the title says, yes, my wife’s ex is back in her pants and no it didn’t happen overnight but it’s happened and the taboo of it all is a massive turn on for everyone involved.
Married 1 year together for 2 years. I met my wife organically but very very shortly after she’d broken up with her BF (our current bull) they stayed friends afterwards and was always just kind of hanging out in the background as we dated.
He wasn’t a fixture in her life but was there, playful friendly texts to catch up and the ex’s insistence on us taking care of his dog while he goes out of town.
I viewed it as fishing, lingering around for the hopeful opportunity to get back in my soon to be wife’s pants.
She didn’t view it as such and I kept my mouth shut about it. But I’m a guy and know how guys think, each time he brought that dog to us he’d smile almost like he knew I could be a “watcher”.
Now, my wife and I are both submissive and not the most compatible in bed. We’d have sex but kept it basic and I knew there was tons left on the table for her.
I’ve always had a secret cuck tendency, that always was in my head when her ex was around. What is it?
Well, I like beating off in women’s panties (you can guess what I think about when I do).
Her ex’s dom demeanor was never lost on me when I was around him, like he knew my fetish and knew I wouldn’t be much of an obstacle if he were to undo my wife’s belt.
Over time i started to think more often and often how her ex fucked my wife before I met her.
The way he’d reach in her pants, unbutton her, put her on her knees etc. how each time her ex was around us that he could strip her with his eyes and I couldn’t take that away from him…he’s seen her in her panties, naked, she’s on BC, he’s definitely cum in her. It made me feel beta and always turned me on.
I needed to hear from her what he was like, why she lets him stick around in passing, I was enthralled by it.
I know she’s submissive, I’m submissive and her ex shows dom tendencies, that was my in. To get her into the idea of submitting to him while I “have” to watch.
I struggled to find a way to bring it up, to see if she’d be interested, to hear her say what he’s like and what he’d do to her. But, one afternoon I got lucky, my vigilant eyes caught something she didn’t notice.
I asked her for a cute selfie, there was no hesitation, she sent me a pic of herself full face in a tshirt and a purple Victoria secret thong. I loved it. But I noticed the time stamp….it wasn’t just just taken, it was taken right in the middle of her previous relationship with her now ex….
Her ex had and most likely still has this photo of her. This was my door to begin the conversation.
That night I got home and approached her. “Babe? you look sexy in that thong, but i noticed something.” as i stood confidently next to her.
“Whats that honey?” she replied with her typical bubbly smile on her face.
“I noticed the time stamp isn’t from today, its dated to when you were still dating Eric.” she blushed slightly, seemingly surprised i noticed this little detail.
She looked at me, a small smile formed on her red cheeks as she put her hands on her belt buckle, her mind was spinning, trying to figure out what to say.
“Well?” i pried.
She hesitated “i was busy, and wanted to give you something, so i sent you that pic. Yes, its one I took for Eric very shortly before we broke up.”
My mind was racing for my next question, i was in a small trance, a little humiliated even. I had to ask.
“So, Emily (my wife) think Eric still has it? Still looks at it?”
A little puzzled, like she never thought of that before.
Her voice cracked, “I, I wouldn’t know.”
I stayed silent, my heart thumping in nerves.
She looked down at her waist, her hands on her belt buckle, almost like she realized for the first time her pants arent hiding what shes wearing underneath, from Eric at least.
“honestly babe, I wouldn’t doubt if he does.” she quipped at me.
sheepishly i muttered, “That doesn’t bother you?”
She looked up, slightly biting her lip,
“No, its mild and not a big deal.”
Her seemingly unabashed response to her ex BF having this picture, something personal of her made my cock flinch.
Before i could utter a response she shocked me, with a fierce unexpected question.
“Do you like it?”
My cock pulsed, I didn’t know what to say, I didn’t know if it was a joke or not. I went for it, my cock wanted it.
“It’s kind of hot thinking about it, not going to lie”
I gritted my teeth not knowing what would come next.
She kept her sheepish smile “I’m sure he gets some power from it, being around us.”
she kept going.
“I know how Eric thinks, he probably hopes to have a chance again, stays around in the background hoping haha.” She let out a playfull in his dreams kind of laugh.
I agreed, Eric gets off on that istanbul travesti power or the thought of it for sure i thought to myself.
“Can i ask something personal babe?” i replied
She didnt hesitate, “Sure.”
Confidently, i opened up. “He was dominant with you wasnt he? Liked giving your orders? Boss you around the bedroom?”
She bit her lip, again, hesitated, “well babe, you know I’m submissive so you can answer that yourself haha.” she grinned at me, not ashamed at her response one bit.
My bulge was tightening in my pants, right there next to her…could she tell? i thought to myself. I couldn’t believe she opened up so easily, so naturally.
The seed was planted i needed to re-enforce it, “I think you are spot on, he wants you again, I’ve been thinking that for awhile.”
I elaborated, “He gets a thrill knowing you are married now, forbidden fruit, he sees it as an erotic challenge.” “Likes making me take care of his dog.” i chuckled.
She was engaged, she knew what i meant, “Well, he’s great with mind games, always assertive, toxic masculinity, like, he thinks he can have any woman he wants. All part of the reason I left him but it translated well elsewhere haha.” She gave me a small wink as if to say, “you know what i mean.”
I was enthralled, i wanted details, but relented, “I bet it did, I could only imagine” I nervously grinned.
She smiled back devilishly and was about to blow the doors wide open for me.
“Haha ya, He’d love knowing you get off in panties” she quipped, lightly giggling.
“What?!” i raised my voice as if to protect my manhood, I knew what she meant, what she was implying, I was shocked and utterly turned on.
“He senses your submissiveness babe, you think i havent noticed how he orders you? When he needs your help carrying dog food in? To make sure you walk his dog? He knows im submissive already, he thinks you are as well and your panty kink would solidify his presumptions.”
“She was right, he does order me around, i follow his orders subconsciously, never once has it bothered me.”, I thought to myself.
My mind cleared, my bulge loosened, this seemed to be just playful chat.
I agreed with her again.
“I mean ya, I’m sure it would.” I smiled, gave her a kiss and went downstairs leaving our chat where it was.
A few weeks passed. No mention of our chat or nothing.
One morning, she texted me to let me know Eric was coming to drop his dog off for the weekend and that she wouldn’t be home with an added a winky face at the end of the message, which I found odd. She’s never sent that emoji to me before.
A short while later I get a text from a number I don’t recognize, “Hey, it’s Eric I’ll be by in an hour just a heads up.”
“Ok, no problem” I texted back
the chat bubbles appeared, “Can you do me a favor as well?” he texted.
“What’s that?” I sent back.
His immediate reply.
“Put some panties on hahaha”
My heart skipped, racing, pounding, i stared at my phone, I couldnt reply to him, it was utterly unexpected.
My thoughts went to my wife, “Jesus fuck, Emily told him. How much did she tell? What kind of conversations has she had behind my back?!”
I called her immediately and told her what he said.
“Babe, it slipped out over text, he was prying me and asked how you were.”
“What?! How I was? Like, you mean, in bed?!”
“Yes, he was playfully prying last night as we were drinking wine and watching that movie, I kind of let it slip out.” she chirped.
I raised my voice “Let what slip out?!”
i knew the answer and she confirmed my suspicions.
Her voice lowered “That you get off in my underwear.”
My emotions flared, I couldnt believe it, he’s on his way over, and he knows.
I yelled into the phone, “Jesus, is that what you want? Me to wear panties as he drops his dog off?!”
“No babe, I want what you want.” she replied.
I stood in dead silence, humiliated already, yet erotically thrilled.
“ok” I quivered back to her and hung up the phone.
I was overwhelmed, I was nervous, I was horny.
I felt like i had to obey, my cock was telling me too.
I went upstairs and straight for Emily’s panty drawer, sifting through, I found a pair I’ve always liked, white, bikini style, nylon. I put them on and my bulge was instantly tight.
I slipped some basketball shorts on over then and waited in our living room. I sat on the couch in Emily’s panties for what seemed like forever.
The doorbell rang.
My knees felt weak as i got up, the last chance to back out. to put my boxers on and not play into Eric’s game.
My hand hovered over the doorknob, hand shaking.
I twisted the knob open, and there he was. I greeted him, all acted normal, I didn’t say anything about his text.
He walked in, unleashed his dog.
He smuggly let out, “Thanks for the help.”
“No problem” I stuttered.
He istanbul travestileri knelt down and adjusted his shoe laces in front of me, my heart picked up in the silence. My arms crossed, nervous, wondering if i should say anything.
“Emily always liked being good you know?”
“Excuse me, Eric?” I said.
Eric looked up and smiled at me.
Before I could react, he reached up, quickly grabbed my hips with force and ripped my red basketball shorts down to my ankles.
I uncrossed my arms in shock, i didnt know what to expect but it surely wasnt that! I quickly grabbed the bottom of my shirt, yanking it down as best i could to cover my panty bulge.
He had one knee kneeling on my shorts at my ankles, there was no pulling them up.
He looked up my bare legs.
He sneered at me, “Pantyboy, huh, Looks like you obey as well hahaha.”
I was erotically horrified, i was exposed in the love of my lifes panties in front of her ex boyfriend, it was over, no going back. Eric had the power now, and the thin nylon on my bulge, growing tight in front of his eyes, gave him all the confidence he needed.
He looked up at me from his knelt position.
He barked “step out of your shorts”
I didn’t wait, i sheepishly stepped out of them and he snatched them away. I didn’t say a word.
I watched as he stood up, threw my shorts down the hall and laughed, evilly staring at me, sizing me up.
“Eric, don’t fucking tell anyone.” I groaned in embarrassment.
Ignored, “Hands on your head, cuck.”
As if he owned me, I obeyed immediately. Not registering that he just called me a “cuck.”
He was staring smiling, giggling, my heart was pounding, my secret out to him.
“How much does Emily know about this or what else she tell him?” “Fuck.” i thought in my feeble mind.
“Bulge looks tight pantyboy haha, I figured you were a masturbator bahaha.” “But the panties tell me something else…”
I couldn’t utter a word.
He demanded, “I think you and I need to have a chat, don’t you think?”
My weak mind whimpered, “yes.”
Sternly aggressive, “Haha good, now, follow me, got it?”
I nodded and followed him upstairs to our bedroom.
It dawned on me, Eric was making me follow HIM, into OUR bedroom, I was following my wife’s ex into our private space and i was doing it exposed in her panties.
i had surrendered control, I felt humiliated already, I had no clue what was going to happen next.
all i knew was that my best bet to keep my what little manhood i had in check was to listen to him.
We walk into to our bedroom, bed nicely made, our wedding photos on our wall, our nightstand.
He sat on the edge of our bed and demanded me to stand in the middle of the room, legs open shoulder width apart, facing him, hands on my head.
I felt my shirt pull up as i raised my hands, Emily’s pink bow popping out on the waist band, my bulge humiliatingly tight.
I couldn’t fucking help it.
He sat on OUR bed staring at me with a grin.
He had Emily’s man in front of him in panties and I could tell he was relishing in it.
He took our wedding photo off our night stand and smiled looking at it, he held it up looking at my wife and I and looking at me standing there in panties like a bitch.
He was comparing us. I was so nervous I was speechless.
He broke the silence, “I always liked Emily’s mouth haha.”
I squirmed a little, I thought the panties would rip with how tight my bulge was, it was insane, the nylon was stretched, I could tell him to stop, but my panty covered bulge urged me to obey.
He looked at her dresser.
He smiled “panty drawer still on the top left?”
I nodded in intimidation.
He got up pulled the drawer open, reached in and pulled out a pink thong.
He held them up in front of me and laughed. Displaying them in front of me.
“I remember these, last time I saw them they were in Emily’s mouth haha.”
He pulled out a few more, put each pair up to his face and smelled them in front of me.
He taunted me, “Look at you boy, standing in panties as another man invades your wife’s privacy hahaha.”
“You look like you want to masturbate.”
“I’ll keep these ones” He muttered as he stuffed a white lacey thong in his pocket.
He sat at the edge of the bed again.
Sadistically he roared, “Time for you to open up, got it?”
I nodded again, in a horny trance at this point.
He fondled her pink thong in his hands.
He exclaimed, “how often do you masturbate?”
I quivered, “Fa, fa, Few times a week.”
He laughed, “More than that I bet.”
He continued, “Your bulge tells me you wear panties every time you do, be honest now, you don’t want your sissy secret getting out, now, do you?”
Those words resonated with me immediately, “Yes.”
He smiled, “Good boy, now Emily let it slip that you had a conversation…purple travesti istanbul thong ring a bell?”
My heart skipped, the photo she sent me, he knows about it. I muttered,”Yes sir.”
He led on, “Yes I have it, you know that photo? In fact, when you and I first met it was the background on my phone, still is”
I had trouble comprehending what he just said.
He grinned again and flipped his phone around.
I looked at his screen and I thought my panty covered bulge was going to cum right there…
The love of my life was fully lit up, as his lock screen. Her sweet innocent smile, her bare legs and that little purple thong on display.
I was overcome with the immediate urge to masturbate.
But i stayed frozen. I had too, one slip and he tells Emily’s coworkers I am a pantyboy, or worse, shows her off.
He pulls his phone back, “I bet you want to watch don’t you?”
“Watch?” I whimpered as if i had any dignity left.
“Ya, you know, you want to watch me handle Emily like you wish you could. Right?”
I was a statue. Speechless.
He was having fun, “You know what? You think Emily knows? That you’d watch?”
I whimpered again, “I don’t know.”
He smiled as he pulled his phone back out, he held it up as i stared into it.
“Click.”
A rush of fear sweeped over me, I must have looked like a deer in the headlights.
He snapped a photo of me, pantsless, wearing panties. Eric knew he had me. I knew he had me, I knew he was going to get Emily.
He sneered, “let’s see what Emily says.”
I gulped, “Yes sir.” my legs were weak.
I waited nervously as he looked at his phone, Emily’s pink thong still clutched in his hand.
“I like that you are quiet haha the reality of it all is fun isn’t it?” He chirped.
I nodded slowly, wrestling with the fact Eric now has “dirt” on me.
Still no response, so, he puts his phone down and says, “Let’s do this, if you want me to pull Emily’s pants down in front of you, grab your bulge.”
I didn’t hesitate, I reached my hand down and cupped my bulge. Like I was born to do it, to beat off in panties and watch my wife get dommed in front of me.
He evilly laughed at the power he had over me.
“Rub it if she’s still on birth control bitch.”
I was overwhelmed, turned on and desperate to cum in front of his eyes.
I started to rub my bulge slowly as he stared and smiled. Actively humiliating myself.
His phone pinged.
Emily’s response?
“HOLY SHIT”
He showed me, I rubbed harder, i wasn’t thinking of repercussions, i was thinking about how stupid and pathetic I looked in front of Eric, and how it felt so good.
“Good boy, rub your cuck bulge.” He demanded.
He texted her back, he read it outloud.
“You know I still want you Emily and you are going to be good like you’ve always been, correct?”
Her reply.
“If you keep his panty wearing a secret, I promise I’ll be good”
He showed me the response.
I couldn’t pull my hand off my bulge, it felt euphoric, like it was meant to be.
As he looks at me rub away he goes for it, “Im going to fuck your girl and you aren’t going to stop it right?”
“Tug your cock if you understand bitch.”
I reached in as fast as i could and started feverishly stroking.
“Good boy.” He said sadistically, “Beg me to do it bitch or else your office is going to know you are a pantyboy.” “Oh, and stroke as you do.”
This resonated with me immediately, he had a photo of me in panties, my wife in panties. I believed him.
I looked right at him as I stroked, “please fuck my wife”
“Fuck who?” He quipped
“Emily, please fuck Emily” I couldn’t say it fast enough.
I was building…”louder pantyboy.” He yelled.
I raised my voice and said it again.
He laughed. “I don’t believe you, if you want me to cum in Emily’s cunt you need to cum in her panties.”
This was it, I couldn’t let go of my cock. I knew if I was going to cum this would be just the start. But I was gooning, I couldn’t stop.
I released ropes in front of him, shooting through the fabric of her white bikini style panties. My manhood was wrecked.
“Hahaha good boy” he said as I came to clarity.
I pulled my hand out in shame. Panties wet with cum, ropes on the carpet beneath me. I came harder in that moment than i ever had before with Emily.
He got up and barked out one last order, “From now on when I’m around you will wear panties and you won’t tell her got it?”
“Yes sir” I said
“Good cuck, I’ll see you on Sunday, don’t forget to walk my dog.” as he walked out of the bedroom.
I heard him open the front door and leave.
My phone rang, it was Emily.
She had a nervous tone on the other end, “Fuck babe, I told you he was dominant, did he go to far?!”
“No, but he will be back on Sunday.”
“Did he make you cum in front of him?”
“Yes”
Her reply, “Fuck, he’s going to want me shaved.”
It was at that moment I knew she was fully in on this. She wanted Eric again too.
Opening up like this is cathartic and quite the interesting avenue to get into this kink.
Eric did come back and got what he wanted and hes been getting her for about a year now.