My husband has been turned on by sexy lingerie for as long as I can remember. I guess it adds mystery to a woman’s appeal. It may have something to do with the softness of the texture or the shimmer of the satin. I make sure I never come to bed unless I’m clad in sexy undies. Foreplay is always long and hot when I take his hands or face and stroke my silk or satin. I never undress myself; that is his job, and I have guided him through it a few times to make sure he goes slow.

Often I continue the foreplay naked, using a hand-held teddy or panties to stroke his hard meat. I sit around in the slinkiest things, always the most feminine undies I have. He almost never sees me without satin and lace.

Lingerie is a big part of our love life. He has bought me panties and teddies and stockings, and he looks forward to the feel of the silk and lace against my skin. to the soft shine of the material. My underwear simply says “Fuck me!”

The other night I slipped off my panties and, looking at him, I held them up and dragged them across his chest and belly. When he felt them on his crotch, he grabbed both them and his dick and humped involuntarily. I stroked his asshole, knowing that it turns him to jelly. I took them and held them up, but didn’t move.

Suddenly he took the stretchy flowered undies and pulled them on, my heart racing and his cock throbbing. I was hot! He ran his hands over his panty-clad ass and balls. I stroked him a little, then leaned back and watched the sight before me. “You look so hot in my underwear,” I said. “Are they soft? Don’t you feel sexy?” “Yes,” he groaned. His head nearly flew off with ecstasy!