An Up-The-Skirt Panty Fetish Game for My Hubby! – #Erotica

He liked it when strangers looked up my skirt, and so did I! He had an up-the-skirt panty fetish, and I could play along!

My husband Andrew loves playing up-the-shirt panty fetish games with me.  I learned a long time ago that not only did he love seeing up my skirt and taking panty peeks, but he also loved seeing strangers do the same.  It was not my favorite thing to do, but pleasing him was, so it all came together for that reason.  One day, I decided to surprise him and came up with a little idea for a game I knew he would love! He was the best husband, and it made me happy to show him just how deeply I wanted to please him; after all he did for me, it was the least I could do. “I have a couple of loads of laundry that need to be done,” I said to Andrew, dropping a big basket of dirty clothes on the floor in front of the sofa across from where he was sitting.  He looked at me with a confused look, wondering why I would tell him this rather than just head to the laundry room and do the washing like normal. But when I sat down next to the laundry basket with a skirt on and spread my legs ever so slightly so he could see up to my light pink panties, I think he had an idea there was something else up my sleeve, or should I say up my skirt.

“I was thinking we could indulge your up-the-skirt panty fetish with a little game I came up with this time,” I said, smiling a sexy smile and waiting for him to glance between my thighs. “But first, I wanted to be sure my husband liked the panties I chose for it.  What do you think, Andrew?” I asked, giving him a second to look up my skirt at my pretty mint green panties. “If you don’t like these, I have two more pairs I’d like to show you,” I added, winking and holding up a finger to indicate I’d be right back. Stepping away from the basket of dirty laundry, I walked away for a moment and returned in a light blue pair. I sat back down and spread my thighs a bit, wanting to play with my husband and show him how much I loved him by giving him what he loved best—a hot little view up my skirt and a cute little pair of panties to stare at. “You see, I was thinking you could drive me to the laundromat,” I said with my legs spread just enough to allow him to see up my skirt and get a view of the second pair of panties I chose for him. “As I was saying…you drive me to the laundromat and park outside. I can sit in your view with my legs open just a little bit and talk to you on my phone as other people come in and take peeks up my skirt.” I added, feeling myself get a little damp between my legs at the thought of doing this for the man I loved.

“Before you say anything, I have one more pair of panties for you to see.  I want to be sure I’m in the pair you like the most,” I said, opening my legs just a little more before standing up and changing one more time.  “So, this is a Saturday afternoon, and I happen to know the laundromat will be quite busy today, so which pair out of the three that you have now seen do you want all those strangers looking up my skirt to see while I wash all of our dirty clothes?” I asked in a mischievous tone as I flashed a little panty peep of a white pair, this time in my husband’s direction. He chose the white pair of panties, just as I suspected he would; that was the reason I saved them for last. I have to admit I do like looking over and knowing my husband is getting hard at the open thighs and panty view under my little skirt. No matter how often I catch him looking, it never gets old. In some ways, his up-the-skirt panty fetish became my up-the-skirt panty fetish because turning him on turned me on.

We got in the car, and he turned the key; eager to play my game with me, he drove me to the laundromat in our town. He parked the car, and as I got out, a man was also leaving his vehicle next to ours.  My first opportunity to show off the view up my skirt and the little white panties that I wore underneath it. I thought as I made eye contact with the stranger and spread my legs a bit more than I needed to as I exited the car. I watched as his eyes trailed down between my legs and couldn’t help but look for a moment, even with my husband right there. We smiled as he tried to make it appear that he wasn’t looking, awkwardly walking away.  I smiled at my husband in the driver’s seat as I closed the car door and stepped inside with the clothes basket.  As I walked through the doors of the busy laundromat, my phone started ringing. “Put the clothes into the machine and then sit up on that folding counter to the right.  Be sure to open your legs so I can see up your skirt,” I heard my husband Andrew’s voice saying on the other end of the call.  I looked out the window and smiled, doing just what he asked me to do. I hopped onto the counter and sat with my legs open just enough to catch people’s attention.

I was facing the door, and from there, I could see Andrew watching me from the car, and he could hear a lady walk in and say, “I can see your panties, and I’m not talking about the ones you forgot in the bottom of your laundry basket.” He watched the next patron enter the laundromat, this time a man. “I can see up your skirt with you sitting like that,” he said, flashing me a smile. “Cute panties,” he added. I thanked him and told him I liked showing strangers my panties as he walked away, a bit stunned.  Soon, a woman in the chairs across from me opened her legs slightly.  She was also wearing a skirt. She smiled as she watched my eyes travel down between her legs and take a peek at the soft pink panties she had on under her skirt. “I like the view of your panties she leans in and says to me quietly. I thought you might like to see mine.” She adds with a smile before picking up a magazine and reading it with her legs still slightly apart.

The next man walks into the laundromat, and I’m pretty sure he can see my panties, too, but he doesn’t say anything; he just takes a look and keeps walking.  One more onlooker, another man enters and says: “You know I can see up your skirt and that your panties are showing, right?” I answer with a quick and sexy little nod yes and whisper, “I like it when strangers look up my skirt and see my panties,” before I hear the buzzer go off on the dryer.  I could hear that Andrew was breathing heavier into the phone now that he watched several strangers eyeballing his wife’s panties. He was really getting his fix on his up-the-skirt panty fetish today, and I loved it!  I knew that by now, he would need to take his cock out of his pants and begin stroking it. I folded the clothes, headed out to the car, and immediately saw I was right.

“Will you suck me off?” he asks as I sit down in the seat beside him. I look around and see the woman who showed me her panties sitting in her car at the end of the row. “Sure, I’ll suck you off, but please pull over there next to that lady so I can suck you while she watches? I really want her to see me sucking it.” I say with my heart pounding excitedly in my chest. We pull in next to her, and I lean over and take Andrew into my mouth. His cock is rock-hard, and pre-cum is dripping from his shaft.  I know she can see as my head bobs up and down, and I keep my legs parted a bit so she can see my panties while I take care of him. Soon, I feel the pulsing sensations of Andrew’s cock releasing warm bursts of cum into my mouth. My white panties are wet between my open thighs as I swallow all but a few drops; the rest drips down my chin. I lean up and look over at the woman, and we smile at one another as I wipe the cum away before Andrew pulls out and drives me home. “I hope you liked playing my up-the-skirt panty game!” I say, giving my husband a kiss and heading in to put away the clothes.