Panties are some men’s weakness. Seeing a heaping pile of dirty knickers can make a man drop to his knees for a single whiff of dried pussy.
Panties are a thing I actually collect! I have over 200 pairs of panties and, I love each pair and rotate them. Funnily enough, my goal is to have a sexy pair for each day of the year. I do my pantie laundry every 2 or 3 weeks since I have so many pairs.
I asked my ex to carry to a full basket of dirty panties to the laundry room in the basement of our complex. Jim brought the basket down the stairs. I noticed he held the basket too close to his face for my personal comfort. “Hey, you don’t wanna put that too close to your face, kinda smells!” I said.
Jim wore a frown as I tossed all my panties into the wash. Once everything was clean, I counted all my clean panties. There were several pairs missing, though. I checked the washing machine and dryer. They were gone! Looking everywhere I just couldn’t find them.
Walking back upstairs I decided to check in the bedroom and see if I missed them. Instead, I walked in to find my boyfriend jerking off with my dirty panties. He was sniffing a pair while he was beating off!. The dirty fucking perv loved the smell of my dried up pussy soaked panties.
I stood watching and trying to not laugh at how silly he looked. Just as he came I broke the silence in the room. “So that’s where those all went why? Wow, you made a huge mess on those babies.” I chuckled. Jim looked pretty bashful at this point and wasn’t even sure what to say.
“You know, you could have just asked me for a fresh pair,” I said while pulling off my hot wet panties. Tossing them at him, I gathered up all my panties and headed back to the laundry room.
Jim often stole my undies and I would poke fun at what a pervert he was.
