The Gentlemen's Panty Club Pt. 05 - Final

"Well, it's very nice to finally meet you, Joey. My name is Susan Madison, and this is my niece, Wendy Dwyer."

She extended her hand. I hastily shook it, and then quickly retracted mine, once again covering my privates with both of my hands. I looked over at Wendy and smiled sheepishly.

"I believe you know my employer, Father Charles Dodson, the arch bishop? He's told me some nice things about you. He's very impressed with you, Joey."

Then it dawned on me; she was here, shopping for panties with Father Charles. I already knew a great deal about this woman; at my first Panty Club meeting Father Charles was the keynote speaker.

The topic of his speech was how he acquired his fetish for women's underwear. The gist of his tale was this: he felt terribly guilty about constantly having "unclean" thoughts, which led to him continually "spill his seed," and these "sins" caused him to be extremely depressed. Mrs. Madison was the parish housekeeper, and she noticed how troubled this young priest was. She confronted him and he reluctantly confided in her. She suggested he confess his sins to his priest and ask for forgiveness from God. He was so wracked with guilt that he felt he couldn't confess to another priest. Mrs. Madison provided a solution; she offered to hear his confession, absolve him of his sins, and give him a penance. But her method of hearing confession was unusual; Father Charles was required to be naked when he confessed his sins, as this made him less inhibited, which resulted in a more complete confession. For his penance he was given the usual prayers, but he was also given a used pair of Susan's panties, that he was required to wear continually for one week, but he was free to use them as he wished. That was how he discovered his love of panties, and he has worn them every day since then.

Now I was feeling much more comfortable, and my embarrassment subsided. I knew I was safe with her.

"I consider Father Charles a close friend, and I've heard good things about you too, Susan. It's very nice to meet you."

At that moment Melanie returned and said, "I put the Closed for Cleaning sign on the door, so we won't be disturbed. There are other fitting rooms on the other side of the store."

The four women took a seat on the bench, which proved to be a bit crowded.

Susan addressed her niece, "Wendy, would you mind sitting on the floor? I'm afraid it's a little cramped with all of us sitting on this bench."

Her young niece smiled back at her, "I don't mind at all, Auntie Susan. Besides, that way I'll be closer to Joey, and have a nicer view of the show."

I thought to myself, what show does she mean? Then I realized, all of these women were looking at me closely... I was the show!

Wendy took a seat on the floor in front of me, and sat cross-legged, which caused her short skirt to ride up her legs, giving me a full view of her white panties, and her crotch, which I openly stared at. I was drawn to that thin strip of material that covered her vagina. I felt helpless to avert my eyes. My penis began to stir.

No one spoke, and for a full minute my eyes were fixed on this young woman's panties.

Susan broke the silence, "Wendy, do you think Joey looks nice?"

Wendy was looking up at my crotch, "Well Auntie, I see his legs are shaved, and no hairs are poking out the sides of his underwear. His penis is swelling inside his panties. He does look very nice, Auntie, for an old man."

When she referred to me as "old" that caught my attention and I looked over at her aunt.

"I'm not old Susan... I'm only thirty-five!"

She chuckled, "No, you certainly are not old in my book, Joey. In fact, you are in the prime of your life."

She gave her niece a stern look, "Wendy, that was very rude. You will apologize to Joey this instant!"

I looked down at Wendy, and when she looked back at me I could see she was upset. Her eyes were filling with tears and her lower lip began to tremble.

"I'm sorry Joey."

She looked down at the floor.

I stroked her cheek with my palm, attempting to console her.

"Oh, that's ok Wendy. Quite honestly, I'm used to pretty young women like you ignoring me. Sometimes I feel like I'm invisible to them."

I put my finger under her chin and tilted her face up, so she was looking at me, and then I gave her my most charming smile.

" I accept your apology, Wendy. Please don't be upset."

I bent down and kissed her cheek.

She looked back at me and smiled warmly, "You're a sweet man, Joey Mason."

Susan spoke next, "Ok, so that settles that. Let me ask you something personal, Joey, do you like it when we look at you? What I mean is...when we look at your crotch?"

I paused for a few seconds, thinking how to respond to her.

"It embarrasses me a little, Susan... I'm almost naked, but you seem to enjoy it, and I like that. I think it makes you wet, doesn't it?

Susan looked me in the eye and nodded.

"But it excites me! You can almost see right through the thin material of my panties."

She chuckled, "Yes, I see that. I can clearly see the outline of your penis and testicles."

She abruptly changed the subject, "Do you like to look up women's skirts Joey?"

I answered her truthfully.

"Yes, I do, Susan."

Again she chuckled, "We know what you men like, Joey."

She slowly pulled the hem of her dress past her knees, and continued until it was half way up her thighs. Then she opened her legs and smiled mischievously at me. I was making eye contact with her, but now my eyes were drawn to her black panties.

"I like looking at you too, Susan."

"You mean my underwear? Isn't that right Joey?"

"Yes Susan, I like looking at your panties and thinking about what's inside them."

"You mean my cunt, Joey?"

"Yes Susan."

"Would you like to see it, Joey?"

"Yes I would Susan. I'd love to see your cunt!"

She laughed out loud this time.

"Then I'll show it to you Joey, but you must do something for us."

"What should I do, Susan?"

"We want you to masturbate for us Joey, and we want to watch you ejaculate!"

The thought of jacking off in front of these four women seemed daunting, but exciting as well. I knew it would be humiliating for me, especially doing it in front of Wendy, this sweet young woman that I assumed was still a virgin.

When I didn't answer her, Susan turned and addressed Bridgette and Melanie, "Joey is shy today, so I think we should help him."

Melanie spoke first, "I agree, Susan."

She looked at me and smiled, and then she opened her legs too, like Susan was doing.

"Does this help you Joey?"

I nodded my head, and began rubbing the front of my panties with my fingers.

Bridgette opened her legs next, reached down with one hand and pulled her gusset to the side, showing me her slit. She smiled at me, "Go ahead Joey. We're waiting for our show."

Now I was getting very excited. My pulse was quickening. I stuck my hand inside my panties and wrapped my fingers around my hard cock. The pink head was poking out the top of the waistband.

Wendy was watching this closely from her position right in front of me. Her face was one foot away from my genitals.

"Can I take your panties off Joey? I want to see it up close. I want to see your cock and balls!"

I was breathing harder now, "Do whatever you want, Wendy."

She reached out with both hands, stuck her thumbs into the elastic waistband and slowly tugged my panties down to the floor. My cock was like a piece of iron now; it was sticking straight out at Wendy's face and the head was turning purple. She seemed mesmerized by the sight of it.

"I love your cock, Joey! It's amazing! It's beautiful!"

I started stroking in earnest.

I looked over at the three ladies on the bench. Both Bridgette and Melanie had pulled their gussets to the side, showing me their cunts. Susan had taken her panties off and held them in her hand.

She looked me in the eye, "Would you like my panties Joey?"

I looked back at her and grinned, "Yes I would Susan, and I'd like Wendy's panties too."

Susan handed me her panties. I grabbed them with my free hand, as my other hand was busy stroking my cock. I looked down at the crotch and saw that it was soaked, and then held it to my face. I inhaled her scent, deeply savoring the intoxicating smell of her pussy.

Now this situation was becoming surreal. I felt that I might be dreaming this.

I looked down at Wendy, who was holding her white panties in her outstretched hand, offering them to me. I stopped stroking and removed my hand from my cock. Wendy smiled at me as she wrapped her white thong panties around the shaft of my cock, and started moving her hand up and down the length of my shaft.

"Does this feel nice Joey? Do you like me stroking your penis? Oh God, it feels so warm in my hand... and it's so hard!"

I looked her in the eye, "You're amazing Wendy! Don't stop... please... I'm going to cum for you!"

She giggled, "Oh, I'd love that Joey. I want to see your semen spurt out of your slit!"

Susan interjected, "Grip him firmly Wendy, and stroke quickly and forcefully. That will do the trick."

I looked over at the ladies on the bench. Bridgette was furiously rubbing her clit with her middle finger, and Melanie had two of her fingers inside of Bridgette. Susan had unbuttoned the front of her dress and had pulled her cups down. She was squeezing her huge breasts, and rubbing the tips of her erect nipples together! The sight of this was too much for me. I knew I would explode very soon.

Susan looked me in the eye, "Are you getting close, Joey?"

"Yes, Susan. It won't take long now."

"That's good Joey, but you must tell us right before it happens. We all want to see your white cream come out."

She looked at her niece; "Hold your hands under the head, so you can catch it when it comes out."

A few seconds later I felt it; I looked up at the ceiling and closed my eyes, "Oh fuck, oh... fuck... yeah...I'M CUMMING! OH, FUCK!!"

I felt my anus clench, and my prostate began to spasm.

I heard Melanie's voice, "Yes Joey, that's what we want to see!"

Next I heard my Bridgette, "Wow Joey, your cock looks amazing when it shoots!"

My whole body shook uncontrollably.

My orgasm lasted a full ten seconds, an intense ten seconds of ecstasy;

Shortly afterwards I felt completely relaxed, and totally at peace.

I opened my eyes... Wendy's hands were cupped under the head of my cock, and were covered in my spunk. She smiled at me, "Wow Joey, that was awesome!"

I looked at the three women on the bench. Bridgette and Melanie were straightening their clothing. Susan was buttoning the front of her dress and addressed her niece, "Wendy, Joey has given you a present."

"You mean this white cream, Auntie?"

"Yes dear, his spunk."

Wendy looked up at me, "It's warm and sticky, Joey"

She stuck her tongue out and licked up some of my semen.

"But I like the taste."

I reached down and picked up my pink thong off the floor and handed it to her.

"You can use my panties to clean your hands, Wendy."

She reached out with her hand and accepted my thong.

"Thank you Joey, you're sweet."

When she was done cleaning her hands she grabbed her white thong off the floor and offered it to me.

"I want you to keep this Joey, so you'll have something to remember me."

I accepted her gift, leaned forward and gave her a gentle kiss on the lips.

"You're sweet too, Wendy. I'll treasure them. Thank you so much!"

So that's how I acquired that white thong, and why it's so very special to me.

Chapter 2, The Anniversary Party

My parent's anniversary party was scheduled to start at three pm, and thankfully Bridgette and I arrived a few minutes early. I unlocked the front door with my house key. We quickly passed through the living room and kitchen, to access the backyard.

I opened the screen door for Bridgette, and we stepped down two stairs and onto the large marble stone patio adjacent to the swimming pool. There is a large brick barbeque on the left side of the patio, and I could see some smoke and heat waves escaping from the six-foot high chimney. The pool house, which is used to accommodate guests, is located on the far side of the swimming pool. It has two large bedrooms that are elegantly furnished and two well-appointed bathrooms. The large family room was converted to my father's billiards room when he retired from the family business.

On the right side of the patio there were seven wooden Adirondack chairs arranged around a large circular glass coffee table. The Chatsworth family had already arrived and was sitting with my parents enjoying some of their "special occasion" French champagne. There was a large stainless steel ice bucket in the center of the table, which held the magnum size bottle, and a crystal serving tray with an assortment of hors d'oeuvres.

My father sat next to Judge Chatsworth, who was telling him a story about a notorious court case, which he had presided over recently that involved a famous celebrity accused of tax fraud. Julia Chatsworth, her daughter Edith, and my mother sat on the opposite side of the table, and were chatting amongst themselves about a shopping trip to New York City, that they were planning for later in the week.

My mother was the first to notice our arrival, "Oh here they are, at last!"

She patted the armrest of the chair next to her, "Come sit by me, Bridgette. The men talk is so boring."

Bridgette and I said a quick "hello" to everyone, and then she took her seat next to my mother.

I took the last available chair, which was between Edith and Judge Chatsworth.

Edith smiled at me sweetly, "Hi there, Joey. What's new with you?"

I recognized that mischievous look of hers.

"Oh hi Edith, well, um, not much really."

She had that twinkle in her eye.

"Are you wearing your pretty girly panties, or did you go commando today? I didn't see any panty lines under those shorts you're wearing, so I was wondering."

Everyone chuckled at that.

For a moment I wasn't sure how to answer her, but before I could speak Bridgette interjected, "Everyone here knows the answer to that question, Edith."

Edith turned to face the rest of the group.

"Yes they do, Bridgette, because I shared the photo you sent me a little while ago, showing Joey getting dressed for the party."

Now everyone was looking at me, nodding their heads, and smiling.

"Did you like the picture Edith? I think Joey looks pretty in his white thong. I picked his clothes out for him today."

Before Edith could answer my mother spoke, "We all liked that picture very much, Bridgette. Joey is dressed very nicely today. I think you will be a very good wife to my son."

"Oh, thank you for saying that, Beverly. I'm a lucky girl."

Edith looked me in the eye and smiled warmly at me, "I was just teasing you, Joey."

Then she leaned over and kissed me gently on the lips, and at that instant something happened to me, like a spark had touched me. I felt an irresistible urge to kiss her back! I thought "what the fuck are you doing, Joey?"

I felt my cheeks getting warm. I wasn't comfortable being the center of attention, so I decided to change the subject.

"Um, thanks Edith. Well, now that the subject of what I'm wearing under my shorts is out of the way, I'd like to propose a toast, to the happy couple, Beverly and Edward, or as I like to call them, Mom and Dad."

I started to stand but Bridgette got up first.

"Wait just a second Joey."

She pulled the champagne bottle from the ice bucket and quickly refilled everyone's glass. Again I attempted to stand, but now it was my father who stopped me.

"Before you start your toast, Joey, I'd like to say a few words."

I nodded my head, "Ok Dad, we're listening."

My father took a few seconds to compose his thoughts before beginning.

"Welcome, my dear friends. This is a glorious day for Beverly and me, celebrating forty wonderful years of marriage! We were so young when we married; Bev was just barely a woman, only nineteen, and I was twenty-five; but we were madly in love. Beverly's parents advised a lengthy engagement, but I had other ideas. You see, I was totally in love with her, and I refused to delay the nuptials."

He looked over at me.

"I fell hopelessly in love with your mother on our first date, son, and I knew I had to have her for my wife. I'd never felt so close to anyone before her, Joey. I could share all my secret thoughts with her, things that no one in the world knew about me, even the feelings and thoughts that I was ashamed of."

Now my mother stood up and raised her hand.

"Excuse me Edward. I have something to say about that first date."

My father bowed towards her, "Of course, darling."

My mother turned to face me.

"He was so handsome! There was a smoldering chemistry between us, and I was sexually attracted to Edward the first time he looked into my eyes. I felt like I was the only person in the world to him, and he could make me wet with that special smile he saved only for me."

We all nodded our heads and smiled.

"At the first opportunity I kissed him...greedily. The way he reacted to that kiss was magical. I felt so empowered. I needed him, I needed his gentle touch, and I needed him inside of me; and when he took me back to my apartment I would not be denied. It didn't take long for me to get his trousers off. When I saw he was wearing women's panties I could see he was embarrassed... and I liked that. You see, he was sharing his secret with me. I made him stand in front of me so I could look at him closely, and of course, his erection. I told him he looked beautiful in his panties, that he excited me. To prove this to him, I took off my underwear and showed him the gusset, and how wet it was. I said to him, do you see what you're doing to me Edward?"

Now it was my father who was blushing.

"Forty years later, he still has that affect on me. I like to surprise him occasionally, by flirting with him, and in the privacy of our bedroom, acting wantonly, like a common slut!"

She turned to face my father.

"Right, darling?"

"Yes, you do Bev, and I love you for it!"

My parents were looking intently at each other, and I could see my father's eyes were shining with tears.

I stood up and began clapping for my parents; then the others joined me with an enthusiastic round of applause.

Now it was time for my toast.

"Ok, we get it... you like each other."

We all chuckled.

"So everyone, I ask you to raise your glasses, and drink to the continued health and happiness of the happy couple!"

I held up my champagne glass in the air, "To Edward and Beverly Mason! Cheers!"

The group responded with a boisterous "Cheers", and drank to my parents.

Soon we all started chatting amiably amongst ourselves for a time, enjoying the fine French champagne and delicious hors d'oeuvres that Cook had prepared for this special occasion.

Everyone was in a jovial mood now, so I decided this would be the right moment for my big announcement. I walked over to Bridgette and grabbed her hand. She stood up and took her place beside me.

"May I have your attention? Bridgette and I have an important announcement to make."

Everyone turned to look at us. I was so excited, and I couldn't help but grin at them.

" We've set the date for our wedding!"

My mother stood up and clapped her hands. Her eyes were quickly filling with tears.

"Oh, that's so wonderful, Joey!"

"We decided we don't want to wait any longer, so we've chosen the second Saturday of next month, which is six weeks from today!"