The List Pt. 01

I liked Charles, a lot. I didn't know him very well but he struck me as a really nice, cheerful guy, but not nice enough to include in my impending admission. We visited a bit then, nervous almost to the point of gagging, I asked if I could have a private word with Robyn — there was something I wanted to talk to her about. He was entirely cool with this and left immediately, leaving me with a very confused Robyn and a self who was wondering why there was no sexual excitement, there was supposed to be some, at least a little.

I got it over quickly and directly with an entirely unscripted explanation. "I owe you an apology, Robyn. I have an admission to make that you're going to take offence to, I know that, but I can't not confess, as tasteless as this is." The preamble. Now the point. "When Judy came here yesterday, I asked her to steal a pair of your underwear." Her eyes narrowed but I carried on quickly. "She did as I asked because I insisted — we're trying to push our boundaries; I have a panty fetish that got out of hand. I'm returning them. I can only apologize. I hope you will forgive me." I reached into my pocket, pulled out the orange panties and handed them to her.

She has a seriously intensity at the best of times; it was even more intense now. Her piercing brown eyes glared from her pretty face, her wonderfully sultry lips pursed in disgust. She hadn't said a word but I could feel the scolding coming. But first, she had to look at me with those piercing, contemptuous eyes for enough time to make me wither into the little panty-thief I am. Then she said as she got up, "Come with me."

I had no choice but to obediently follow her. As we walked out of the living room and down the hall she called out, "Charles! Will you meet us in the bedroom?"

I had no idea what was going on. I felt like bolting but that obviously wasn't on, I was, after all, here to get my comeuppance. So I did as directed and sat down on the bed; she sat down on the other side. When Charles came in he stopped short, confused, then, as Robyn pointed, he came forward and sat down, too. She was at 11 o'clock, Charles was at 2, I was at 5.

She spoke to Charles. "Judy and Mike are on some big pushing-for-their-sexual boundaries adventure and they're using us to get there."

Charles had looked surprised from the moment he entered the room. Now he looked confused, too.

She continued. "I gather they've decided to liberate their sex lives from the shackles of convention and they have, apparently, decided on our help to reach some of their goals. Do I have that right, Mike?"

Judy had obviously told her about this yesterday. I was dead in the water. "In effect."

She turned back to Charles. "Mike has returned the panties Judy took from my drawer yesterday when she was here. Why did she take them? I don't quite understand." Her brown eyes locked on mine. There was no flinch in this woman; she was clearly waiting for my response. I had nothing.

"Robyn, please." Charles couldn't help but feel the tension and my embarrassment and was apparently not big on confrontations. Mercifully.

"Fine." She seemed to be backing off. But not quite. "We're OK with being used, aren't we Charles, as long as we can use back. Would that be alright, Mike?"

I shrugged helplessly. I had no room to manoeuvre.

"Is that a yes?" She asked again, wanting me to say it; the woman knew how to control.

"Yes." It came out as a near whisper.

She neatly spread the panties that had been balled up in her hand on a pillow. "I want you both to undress. Please. Now."

"Robyn!" Charles protested.

"Do as you're told, Charles." She said this in a commanding, imperious voice that I could tell was natural to her — she has always scared Judy and me a little bit, and, I gathered Charles because he hesitated for only a moment — he knew who was boss. When he started to comply I had little choice.

She sat back and calmly watched us as we slowly, reluctantly removed all our clothes. I was completely nude, sitting on the edge of the bed wondering how this could possibly get worse when Charles stripped off his underwear. I couldn't help but notice.

Robyn was looking at me with her icy coolness. Charles sat down and was looking down at his knees saying nothing.

"We all have our secrets, don't we," Robyn said to me. "You have your's: why Judy came over here for that very odd conversation, and why she took my underwear, I can't imagine. But I don't care about that. No. I care about our secrets, Charles' and mine, one of which you have just seen. Charles is particularly small, not his fault and perhaps no big deal except that Charles doesn't like to put it in me, or any other woman, do you Charles?"

Charles was clearly miserable. "No."

"So, Mike, you already knew one of our secrets before you came here, I wear fancy colourful underwear. Now you know another. But we have more. I hope you won't cut me off like I cut Judy off last night. You won't will you?"

"No." Strangely, I was growing interested.

"Good. Thank you. Our next little secret is that ... I want to put this delicately: this house has been a sex-free zone since we moved into it 15 years ago. The previous apartment was, too. Right Charles?"

He hadn't looked up once. "Yes."

"Why? you might wonder." She looked at me, curious. "Do you?"

"Do I wonder? Yes." In fact, I did.

"I won't bore you with a long explanation. Here's the short one. Charles won't come out. Period. He suffers in silence. And me? I won't be dishonest. I was a girl from the other side of the tracks when Charles lifted me up. I knew who he was when we married and I've always known my responsibilities. Got it?"

"Yes." I think I did.

"But then something happened. Judy came over. Yesterday. She started talking about your marital problems and how you needed to stretch your wings. I didn't need to hear this, not at this time in my life. But I've been thinking about nothing else since and I find I very much envy her, envy you both. Frankly, I find what she had to say exhilarating, that a couple could actually do that, decide to go out and experiment with sex ... look for your boundaries — she might be surprised to hear that, but I found I was exhilarated. And then you arrived a few minutes ago with my panties ... panties my friend took from my drawer to somehow pleasure her husband. Things like that don't happen in his house, do they Charles?"

"No."

Her penetrating eyes seemed to be looking through me. She turned again to Charles and asked him to lay back. He protested weakly but he knew he had to.

"I've always liked Judy. A lot. For a number of reasons. And I've always liked you, too although as you know, we really don't know each other well. For instance, I don't know if you'd be interested in this, but you are on a mission to extend your sexual horizons so I wonder." If anything, the fierceness of her gaze intensified. "I want you to touch Charles' penis."

"Robyn!"

She quickly added, "I will let you see me in my underwear if that will help."

"Robyn!" Charles repeated again, making a move to sit up. But Robyn just touched him and he fell back. "Lie there Charles. I want Mike to respond."

It was an astonishing moment. Charles' little penis was growing with expectation; the hope in his eyes was unmistakable ... as was the shock. But what was most remarkable about the moment was the warm feelings coursing through my body and the realization that none of this was turning me off. Far from it. I found the whole scenario fabulously erotic. I wanted to reach over and touch his friendly little penis; I wanted her fabulous eyes to shine in appreciation; I wanted to see her in her underwear and I wanted the experience, I wanted to tell Judy about this, to write it on the list and tick the box. I looked down on him. "Can I look at your wife, Charles? Would that be OK with you?"

"If she says so." His penis was now between flaccid and erect.

Robyn continued staring at me with her steely intensity. I tried to stare back. "It isn't a condition but I would like to see you, any man would."

"You want to see me in my underwear?"

To be perfectly honest ... "Yes."

I could feel Charles looking up at me. He was yearning; he just wanted it so bad ... and so did Robyn. Her shirt was off in seconds. She was pushing her pants down when I got up and knelt on the bed. "This is a first for me, Charles. I don't know what I'm doing." But I did want to give him choices. I was kneeling so near to him my partially stiff prick was just inches from his face.

I felt a touch on my back. "Move Charles between us."

I crawled over him as he almost eagerly repositioned himself in the middle of the bed. I was a little further down now, less sure if I wanted to be quite so generous in my offerings. I looked over at Robyn. She was sitting up as severe as ever but some of her confidence had slipped away with her clothes. She was now only wearing a pretty rose coloured bra and silky, pale yellow panties. She half-smiled when she saw me look at her. She is a beauty, a regal, classic beauty, a beauty who I could easily imagine as untouchable.

When I reached out and touched Charles' penis his whole body stiffened. I held him lightly and gently, stroked him — he was so small I could only use two fingers. It was an entirely new experience for me. He felt wonderfully vulnerable in my fingers, I could feel him throbbing; he wasn't going to last very long so I let him go. "Hang on, Charles. OK? Here." I moved up so my semi-erection was just inches from his mouth. "Do you want this?" I was looking down on him and couldn't miss the dreamy gleam in his eyes. I bent over him and blindly guided my prick towards his mouth. He moaned mournfully when he took me, it was a fabulous sound that put a wide, warm smile on Robyn's face. She put her hand lightly on the back of my head, moved her body towards me and guided my face between her husband's white slightly hairy thighs.

Why did I do it? To please him, yes, he seemed to want it so badly. And for the experience, that was a a big factor: it was such an obvious opportunity to try something I had wondered about. Those were two important reasons but the biggest one was her. I wanted to shock her but I also wanted to impress her, to show her that I really was swinging for my boundaries; that the panty thing was for real and this wasn't bullshit either.

I had just taken a few hesitant sucks — processing that ... it was kind of neat, the act itself but how happy the guy was then his whole body trembled and he pushed at my head to let him go. I did and he turn on his side and really sucked me, long slobbering sucks. "Open your legs," I said to Robyn, he thought I meant him and he did as requested then figure it out. "You're beautiful, you know. I didn't realize you are so beautiful."

She smiled. "Thank you."

"I'd like to see your breasts."

I thought for sure she'd turn me down abruptly but she didn't, she immediately reached behind and undid her bra, there was nothing provocative about her gestures, merely utilitarian. She has ordinary breasts, set strangely wide apart but with very pretty aureolas, sort of oval with surprisingly big nipples that were as erect as her husband's cock. Somehow her breasts were out of sync with her face which is elegant in a severe kind of way and then she abruptly pulled off her underwear and the elegance evaporated: she is hairy, as hairy as Judy but even more unkempt: pubic hair ran high across her flat belly and into her legs.

I must have reacted. "I have never had a reason to groom."

I reached down and took Charles' erection between my fingers and started to gently stroke, when I did he gasped then started sucking on me harder and started in with little thrusts at my fingers; in a few seconds he stopped sucking and started moaning; he erupted, a long braided rope of cum that shot up my arm to my shoulder — the guy may have been small but it was like he had been storing up the stuff for years.

He let me go when it was over and curled into a fetal position as if in shame.

I reached down for Robyn's panties and cleaned the spunk off my arm and shoulder then I reached down and pushed him on his back and used the panties to clean him and when I did he immediately started to grow.

"Do you want another?"

"I'm sorry, I ..."

He was starting to get up so I pushed him down and I leaned down and took him in my mouth again. He almost squealed at this, and reached for my leg. I brought it over him, straddling him, allowing him to take me in his mouth. When we were nicely alined I looked back at Robyn and told her to move down to the end of the bed. When she did, I pushed at her knee, opening her up, opening her so I could see the black bush and the wonderful pink peeking out.

Frank was close again, I could feel it in his sucks and I could feel his prick starting to quiver in my mouth. I pulled away, sat up and started to stroke, quickly, then furiously and I caught him with the panties.

He didn't turn inwards this time, when I got off him he turned outwards and sat up. "Thank you, Mike," he said, looking back, "I can't thank you enough for that. Let's have a drink when you're done."

She was looking at me as he gathered up his clothes and left. "Was that hard?" she said as the door closed.

"It surprised me but it wasn't hard at all."

"Did you enjoy it?"

"He needed it, he wanted it, he's a nice guy. Yah, I enjoyed it ... I enjoyed that he enjoyed it."

"And you enjoyed that panty thing?"

"It's weird, I enjoy the guilt, the shame — it turned me on to think how disgusted you would be with me."

She grinned a kind of grimace. "I've been a disappointment."

"Actually, you have, I expected opprobrium not blackmail."

"You said you wanted to push your boundaries, I found that a turn-on, that you and Judy would do that and that she'd take my panties, that absolutely shocked me when you told me that, now it just makes sense."

"You come across as pretty severe. Of all the people I could think of, you seemed the best for what I wanted."

"A spanking?"

I chuckled, this was turning out to be far easier than I imagined. "I really do think less of myself for this weakness."

"A little nylon is a weakness? Anyway, I don't care, I didn't care, I only saw an opportunity. Judy made a lot of sense yesterday ... the business about looking for boundaries. I've never allowed myself to think about sex. When I was a kid I was terrified of sex because I was terrified of getting pregnant, with Charles ..." she shrugged.

"You both seem a little severe to me. Can't you two reach a happy medium?"

"He won't come out ... he just suffers and I ... I don't know."

"Don't know what?"

"Don't know what will happen if I ... let the genie out of the bottle, so to speak."

I got up and put my underwear on. "Not very mature."

"Says the guy who steals women's underwear. What do you do with them by the way." She hadn't moved, she was still sitting there with her breasts hanging down and legs open.

"Nothing, usually, it's just the sight of them that gets to me, although I did wear a pair last night."

She couldn't hide her surprise. "And Judy supports you in this?"

I smiled, embarrassed. "She sees nothing wrong with it, or says she doesn't."

"I don't either, if you want to know. I don't think I have a very good collection."

I was fully dressed now. "Does anything get to you?"

She was standing, seemingly oblivious of her nakedness. "I never think about any of that."

"Never? And now?"

She reached for her bra. "Ya, there's that. Now, thanks to you two, I'm feeling a little ... deficient."

"Look, take this anyway you want, but if you'd like to talk about this, Judy and I would ..." I shrugged.

She was at the dresser reaching into her drawer as Judy must have done. She turned back to me. "Would do what?"

I didn't know what to say. As she stepped into her black panties I left.

Within about a minute of joining Charles in the living room he somehow had me talking about me selling my business and what plans I had for the future. When Robyn came in she sat down and listened attentively and sipped the wine Charles had given her. It was as if nothing had happened; they had moved on; they had gone back to their lives; they had gone back to their own version of the twin solitudes. It was sad.

When I was leaving she was by my side. "Can Charles see you again ... I will be there if you want."

"Judy just stole them for me. I made her do it, you understand that? She's not to blame."

"Yes."

"Did you just do this for Charles?"

She thought about this for a moment. "No, I don't think so."

"Good. It's a long life."