Post from YourDreamCouple · March 24, 2026
One of my kinks is Cum in Panties and I wrote a short story about it. Something I’ve be thinking about. If you like this, let me know and maybe I’ll do more for you 🤷🏻♀️
I slipped into my favorite little t shirt dress, but underneath I was already wearing the evidence of what D had just done to me.
Only twenty minutes earlier he had me sitting on the edge of the bed, kissing me deeply while he stroked his thick cock right in front of me. I pulled my black panties to the side so the head of his cock was aimed straight at my bare pussy. He groaned into my mouth as thick, warm ropes of cum pumped out, coating my swollen lips and soaking straight into the soft fabric. When he was finished he pressed the panties back into place so the hot mess stayed right against me.
“Wear them just like that,” he whispered against my lips. “And tell me every detail later.”
I could feel his cum shifting with every step as I walked into the wine bar. It was warm, sticky, and deliciously dirty. My friend Claire was already at our usual corner table, looking stunning in a tight white blouse and jeans. She smiled when she saw me, but I caught the way her eyes lingered on my legs a second too long.
We ordered a bottle of Pinot and chatted about nothing important, but I could tell something was off with her. She kept shifting in her seat, biting her lip, the same frustrated look she gets when she complains about her husband never touching her anymore.
After one glass I leaned in and whispered, “Bathroom. Now.”
She followed me without a word.
The second the door locked behind us I turned, lifted the front of my t shirt dress, and hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my soaked panties. Claire’s eyes widened as I slowly pulled them down just enough for her to see the creamy mess glistening between my thighs.
“D came all over these right before I left the house,” I said softly. “He wanted you to have it.”
She dropped to her knees like she’d been waiting for permission her whole life. Her hands grabbed my ass and pulled me forward until her mouth was pressed against the cum-soaked fabric. I felt her tongue push the wet cotton aside and lick long, hungry strokes up my slit, tasting every drop of my husband’s load mixed with my own excitement.
Claire moaned like a woman who hadn’t been properly fucked in months. She sucked and licked and swallowed greedily, her nose buried against my clit while her hands gripped my thighs. Within seconds she had me shaking, her tongue working my clit so perfectly that I came hard right there in the bathroom, biting my lip to keep quiet as my orgasm flooded her mouth.
When she finally pulled back her lips were shiny and her cheeks were flushed.
“God… I needed that,” she breathed, looking up at me with pure lust.
I smiled, still trembling, and slid my now-clean panties back up.
“Good girl,” I whispered, stroking her hair. “Next time I’ll bring D to give you a fresh load for your panties… still warm.”