Me, Pantyjack and Mary

By Mike O'Connor

When a cheating and promiscuous sissy embarks on an affair with a middle-aged couple, he soon finds himself caught up in a kinky erotic adventure. Mary doesn’t mind sharing her panties and her cuckold husband with a variety of “men”. As long as she gets to participate in some of the action, of course.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Mike O'Connor
• Release date: Oct 13, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005301118

Mike O'Connor

Mike O’Connor is a powerful and engaging storyteller who performs at many events across the country. An important researcher into Cornish music and folklore, he has been awarded the OBE and made a bard of the Gorsedh of Kernow.

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ME, PANTYJACK AND MARY

By

Mike O’Connor

Copyright © 2021 Mike O’Connor

PantyJack was his online name. He was in his mid-fifties and married. His wife’s name was Mary. I had no idea what she looked like and I didn’t really care, but I was familiar with her underwear. Jack had sent me several pics of him wearing her lacy bras and panties. He assured me he had full access to her wardrobe

When the time came to actually meet, I was understandably nervous. I had been in the beds of a few married men and in the panties of their unknowing wives. It’s not something I would ever want to boast about, but I considered it a harmless kink. My wife would undoubtedly describe it as a sick perversion. Brenda might only be thirty years old, making her eight years my junior, but she was a traditional Irish woman, from a staunch Catholic family. She went to Mass on Sundays and holy days and generally took her religion seriously. Not that she was a fundamentalist. She had nothing against gay people. She just didn’t want anything to do with them. I - on the other hand - had plenty to do with them.

But back to PantyJack. His wife didn’t just know he was into wearing her lingerie and sharing her bed with other men. She positively encouraged it. In fact, she liked to watch. At times, she even participated in threesomes and group sex sessions. I could have chosen to meet any number of guys for uncomplicated fun. I could have even met PantyJack alone, for some man to man action. But I was turned on by the idea of meeting the kind of woman who shared her husband with other men.

Mary answered the door. She was wearing faded blue jeans and a tight white tee shirt, through which her bright red bra was clearly visible. Her shoulder-length hair was bleached blonde and tied up in a ponytail. She was rather plump and plain. Not an ugly woman, but not somebody who would attract lustful glances, as she crossed the street. There was plenty of lust from my direction, as I checked her out for the first time. I almost wished her husband wasn’t home.

Come in, Mike, she said. Jackie is ready for you.

She ushered me into the living room. Her husband was sitting on the couch. He was wearing a very short and very tight pink mini dress, through which the shape of his hard cock was clearly visible. His dress ended a couple of inches short of his stocking tops. He was wearing skin-toned nylons that did full justice to his shapely legs. In my opinion, men’s legs are criminally unappreciated. I have been known to salivate over a hairy-arsed and pot-bellied queer in a slinky pair of stockings. On the TV screen, muscular men were fucking hard. There was a tube of KY and a couple of bottles of poppers on the coffee table. The only thing out of place was Mary.

Make yourself at home, she said. Would you like tea or coffee?

Coffee would be nice, I replied. Black, no sugar.

She left the room and I sat down next to Jack. He looked at me and smiled.

I’m glad you came. You wouldn’t believe the amount of guys that chicken out at the last minute and make some stupid excuse. So, what do you think?

You look very sexy.

Thanks. But what do you think of my wife?

She seems nice, I replied.

Just nice? I told her she should have worn a dress. She’s not a bad looking woman. She just doesn’t make the effort.

I’m not here for Mary, I said.

He smiled and squeezed my left thigh.

That’s good to hear, honey. But, if you want to keep your options open, you’ll find she’s almost as easy as I am.

He grabbed my right hand and thrust it up between his legs. I felt a stiff cock throbbing in soft lace. He kissed me and I responded eagerly. He slid