Danger Wank while sniffing Ria's panties

Slowly, and carefully Bradly pulled out the first drawer. It was nothing but folded t-shirts and blouses. All neatly in their place. Cute but not what he was looking for. He gently pushed the drawer back in, then pulled out the second.

Bingo.

The drawer of secrets. Lots of cotton panties. Cute, almost childish like. Black, white or polka-dot. Not what Bradley had imagined, really. In Ria's shows she always wore thongs or lacy underwear. Ready for action. So, he picked his way diligently through the garments. Comfortable bra here, snug fitting underpants there.

But then Bradley's heart jumped in his chest. An open packet of large condoms!

Bradley's heart shattered. Felt weak. But he couldn't deny his cock pricked. He imagined Ria slamming down on Dan's cock. Wished it was his. He placed the packet back into the drawer and continued the search.

Eventually, Bradley found something more interesting. A dainty pair of provocative black knickers with gold lace woven in delicate spirals across the front. His cock roared into life, pushing against his underpants. This must be her special knickers. He brought it to hisface, inhaled... but only smelt lavender fabric softener. Damn!

Bradley needed the real thing. Needed to smell Ria's private signature. Realizing his mistake, he glanced around the room. There, in a dark corner, was the laundry basket.

Creeping across the room like the pervert he was, Bradley reached into the straw basket. He then immediately began to comb through the clothes, dodging Dan's boxers and socks and shirts.

Bradley came across Ria's girly pink pajamas, flimsy tops, bras, dark denim jeans and half a dozen panties of all colours. Obviously he only wanted sexy ones.

Reaching to the bottom of the basket Bradly found a delicate pair that resembled the special ones he found in her drawer. Delicate, flimsy, almost see through. Only difference being these were royal blue.

Bradley's cock came to life once more. This was what he had been looking for. As he lifted them out the basket, questions began to fill his head. Had Ria worn them on one of her old shows? Or just for her husband?

Ria had admitted to being a party girl at uni. Bradley wondered if a stranger once drew them down her legs with his teeth., had she once been finger fucked while wearing them in the toilet stall at a high club?

Bradley walked back to the bed, holding the panties tightly. He undid his belt, dropped both his trousers and underpants to his ankles, then sat on the marital bed.

Lifting the soiled knickers to his face, Bradley pressed the crotch against his nose then inhaled deeply. Ria's musty sweat with a hint of faintest urine might cause some men to turn their nose up. But to Bradley it was perfect.

It drove Bradley wild.

Dreaming of his heart-breaker, Bradley then began rubbing himself. Starting at a steady pace he merely stroked his stiff cock, careful not to bring a premature end to the main event.

Brad dreamt of kissing Ria's scarlet lips. Her tender touch. A perverted mind filled with thoughts of caressing her dusky skin, licking her tanned breasts. He pondered on her scent, her taste.

Laying backwards on the bed Brad placed the gusset of her panties on his face. Finally, he got to smell Ria how only her lovers knew her. How her husband knew her.

Bradley discovered she had a splendid natural odour. Rich but feminine. Not pungent in the slightest. Intoxicated by Ria's scent he picked up the pace of my wanking

The natural next step was to taste. So, Bradley dabbed his tongue on the delicate fabric of the gusset. His taste buds tingled to the bitterness. She tasted strong but earthly... and sent him overboard.

Bradley wrapped her knickers around his cock but as his orgasmic rush began the to peak…

...he heard the key in the door.