Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 42

What a relief to see what was really going on! She'd caught him in a strange, embarrassing and compromising position, but it sounded like he'd been moaning about fucking his wife, which she would soon be, and it was a great relief, to know that nothing was the matter, he was just having some personal pleasure. She was damn flattered that he loved her so much, he even was moaning bout her while he was masturbating.

Then, she noticed with his big hand circled vulgarly around his fat dick, and she was torn between feeling embarrassed for the two of them, and extremely aroused at his virile male sexuality on display.

Lynne blushed, and felt warm and shy, and she didn't know what the proper protocol was now that she'd caught him masturbating and surprised him at home early. Should she join him? Ask him if he wanted help, or close the door.

And then she saw him, holding her underwear with one hand and looking at her with startled, and embarrassed blue eyes like a panty burglar. Her heart was filled with emotions that she was sure were familiar to him, heated love, sweet lust, and the desire to nurture him emotionally so he did not feel embarrassed.

"What, what are you looking at me like that for! If we were already married, and I could just fuck you already Lynney, it wouldn't have to come to this!" said Leif, quickly throwing her panties in the open hamper, as though he didn't want to be caught, sniffing her panties like a filthy dog.

But Lynne saw what he was sniffing her panties, and it was vulgar, and nasty, and male, and she loved it! It was extremely flattering that he found her scent that arousing. He didn't have to hide from her.

"Hey, wait a minute mister...don't snap at me because you're embarrassed. You were the one that told me that this was a natural need when you found my toybox toys. As hard as everyone has been on me throughout my life about sexuality, and self-love, do you think I'd come down on you for doing something pleasurable? I'm flattered as hell that you are inviting me into your deepest fantasies. I thought you were up to no good with the moaning in the laundry room, how flattered I am to catch you playing yourself, and moaning about me, and...and...and with my panties up to your nose. Nasty, and flattering baby. And as far as fucking goes, I thought we both wanted to wait until the honeymoon since it's only one three weeks away. If it's got you so cross that you're snappy, like I said to you before, I'm ready to be your big girl whenever you're ready to take me! Even if it's sooner than we planned," said Lynne.

"I don't...I didn't...Lynne I don't like smelling random women's panties. I never did that shit before until a week ago, when I ate your pussy and your back was turned. They smelled so damn sweet Lynne, when I put them up to my nose. It just felt so naughty, and forbidden, and I'm intoxicated with the smells that your pussy and ass makes. But, I'm not a panty pervert, or any shit like that. Yours are the only ones that I like to smell," he added, shyly as though he was deeply ashamed.

It was touching to see handsome and masculine Leif so embarrassed about an aspect of his sexuality, getting caught smelling her panties and masturbating. Her panties had him blushing like a helpless little boy. She thought it was tender and erotic, and if they were going to be husband and wife, they should share everything even fantasies. She would never demonize him for having such steamy needs.

He blushed and he was bashful pulling up his pants. His erection had softened because he was embarrassed at being caught.

"Baby I'm gonna be your wife in three weeks. I believe you when you say that you've only ever sniffed my panties. Hey, having my husband to be loving my scent so much is erotic as hell, and it's lovely, and flattering, and I'm sure a lot of young wives wish they could feel the same. Leify, if you like to sniff my panties, there's no reason you have to be underground, or be shy with them. You can smell them. I don't mind. I left those behind by accident, and I was so embarrassed this morning that I got another pair, I changed into them before I got a subway to go home. I picked out a special pair I thought you would like too. You can smell my panties whenever you want, whether I'm in them or not, as long as mine are the only panties you sniff. I want you sniffing after me like a damn dog every day for the rest of our lives, and you don't have to be embarrassed about that," said Lynne.

She flicked off the light to the laundry room and pressed her body up against his, causing him to lean into the washing machine.

She was unprepared for him squeezing her so tight he nearly knocked the wind out of her.

"Shit, it's such a relief to be so real, and raw with you. That was so damn embarrassing and I love to know that, there's nothing to hide with you, even if I like a little kink, like sniffing your panties when no one is watching. I don't know why it gets me off, it just does,"

"Shhh, it's okay, I love it baby. I'll always make sure to keep a fresh, wet pair for you whenever you want me to okay. I just love to be your special girl, and everything you want, and if my panties is what you want, I'm happy to provide them for you, whenever you say," murmured Lynne sucking his top and bottom lip tenderly.

"Oh Lynney yes, but there's nothing like the real thing either, nothing like you, the panties just excite me because you were in them lovely, I swear," he murmured suckling that cute nub under her upper lip that he loved so much.

It felt so good to Lynne when he sucked her lips when they kissed, even now. She groaned, and pulled his face down as close to her face as she could muster and flicked her tongue erotically around his own, sucking his tongue like a piece of candy.

He groaned and cupped her ass through her denim skirt, giving the fat globes a firm squeeze. She felt him smelling her neck and ear. He'd always loved to smell her body, so it didn't come as such a surprise that he liked to smell her panties, and she was glad that he felt like they had nothing to hide anymore. A loving, couple like themselves, about to get married should have nothing to hide.

"I love that you love the real thing so much, so, whenever you want, just like I can suck your finger and cuddle you, you can smell my pussy and ass, and you don't have to ask...just whenever you want. If you want my panties you can have those too. You don't have to hide things from me, and you shouldn't. Boy, even though I'm enjoying planning this wedding, I'll be glad when it gets over with, because I really do think that not being able to fuck me the way you want to is making you cross, and I hate seeing you feel this way, and knowing you don't want me to give you any relief until the wedding," sighed Lynne.

***

Leif flicked on the light in the laundry room. He flicked the light on, even though she'd turned it off, because he wanted to look into her eyes. He'd never felt such unfettered acceptance before, and feeling that she loved and accepted even the naughtier aspects of his sexuality made him feel even closer to her, in a sexual way, and an emotional way, and glad she would be his wife soon. Regardless of how free he was sexually, getting caught masturbating was embarrassing, as it was a somewhat private act. But now, with how loving and accepting she'd been towards him, he looked forward to sharing the pleasures of masturbating together, in front of each other as well, something he'd never felt he'd feel close enough to another soul to share.

And her gaze toward his was beautiful, sensual, and full of tender adoration, like he was her hero, and if the panties made him happy, she didn't love him any less, and knowing his needs, she probably loved him more.

He felt so full in his heart, and it traveled straight to his throbbing dick.

"You're so damn beautiful Lynney, no clue of how sexy you are to your man at all, even after you caught me sniffing your panties, I want to fuck you so bad my pores ache, you're fucking sexy as hell," murmured Leif kissing her forehead reverently as though she was a goddess, and she was, in that denim skirt, and those gold strappy sandals, she'd removed the sweater she'd worn to her voice lesson, underneath it she was wearing a white, cotton t-shirt, tight across those small, luscious breasts, and those thick, dark, tasty nipples. This little outfit would be getting her in so much trouble in a few weeks. He hoped she brought it with her on the honeymoon.

As usual, there was a casual elegance, and innocent sexuality to her clothes. She was so sensual, and no idea of her erotic appeal, the hold she had on her man. Sure, she understood it a bit, but she had no idea how hard she had him by the balls, how he'd do anything to please her, his heart and his dick aching with need for her. Anytime that little hottie he was about to marry had him so strung out he couldn't even do the laundry without sniffing her panties like a dog should let her know how much he ached with the deep need for rough, rowdy, sensual love with her.

"I already told you...if it makes you so upset you feel cross with me...oh Leify, I just want to make you happy baby, you don't have to wait no more, I just want always, always for you to be happy with me," murmured Lynne looking at him with those angelic doe eyes.

"Oh hell baby, you make me so happy. I know you want to wait, and we don't have that much longer to wait now darlin'. I long for you so much, and I think my heart is going to burst when I see you in that pretty white dress, walking down the aisle toward me. I might not even be able to make it home without wanting to be inside you. What if I want you so bad I need to sneak off with you during the reception to enjoy my first fucking with you," he teased playfully brushing her chin dimple with gentle fingers.

She looked at him with these sweet, wide eyes...shy, but so willing to love and please him. He was teasing her, but that loving little woman was actually contemplating his statement. He was so damn lucky.

"I guess that would be okay, to find somewhere private to enjoy our first fuck together as man and wife, as long as we don't get caught, it would be embarrassing with all those people there," she added bashfully, playing with the hem of her skirt.

"You're so damn sweet. I just wanted to see how much you'd want to please your husband. I can wait until after we leave the reception, but I won't be waiting much longer than that," he said casting her a meaningful glance.

"I would hope that you wouldn't want to wait much longer than that. I can't wait to feel you taking me as hard as you want to," said Lynne sweetly, looking up into his eyes.

"Show me...show me the new pretty panties you said that you bought, with me in mind, since you were a forgetful, naughty little bride to be and forgot to cover your own cute little ass in your panties, riding on the subway, with your sweet little ass bare, under your cute clothes, and had to run and get another pair," he said playfully.

Lynne giggled. He tickled her so much, she rolled her head back in laugher, and then snorted. He loved when she laughed so freely and sexily with him. After she got her composure together, she playfully twirled her frilly, denim skirt, with the pockets, and then she looked at him seductively.

"My handsome Leify wants to see?" she asked, and she lifted the skirt slowly, inch, by delectable inch, showing him those beige, shapely little thighs, and then higher, and higher, until he caught a slight sight of the red lacy little edge of her boycut panties.

Leif's cock ached with need and he groaned for his Lynney. She was playing with him. Being coy. Playing peek-a-boo with her sexy new panties. So innocent, and sensual, all in the same breath.

"Please Lynney, you're just such a little tease," he groaned, pulling her closer to him in the dim light of the laundry room, gripping her cute ass through that ruffled denim, hipster skirt.

"I think you like just a sexy little peek. The same way you liked sneaking around and sniffing my panties. I don't want you to be ashamed, and think you have to hide, the raunchier parts of yourself, Leify. It was so damn sexy seeing you stroking that big meaty dick of yours, and sniffing my panties. You like to sneak around and smell your woman's panties, I like to give you a sneak peak, of my panties, a special surprise," murmured Lynne punctuating her words by softly sucking his top and bottom lip.

Lord, she was such an erotic, cute little freak. Now she was nibbling her lower lip, as though trying to hold in her passion, and Leif's cock ached.

The light was dim in the closet, and she kept twirling her little skirt, the same way she would twirl it before bowing into a curtsey on stage, just giving him a peak of the red sexy edge of her panties near her thighs. She was inflaming him, his dick was sore, and he caught sight of the edges of the panties, looked almost like garters could be attached but she was so damn innocent and naive, she didn't even know that those red panties came with matching garters.

He went wild thinking about pulling up that frilly little skirt, and fucking her hard in those lacy, naughty little panties, fringed with garters, since she liked to tease. After they were married, he'd take her back to the store where she bought them from, and teach her about garters, what they were, he doubted the cute thing even knew, and buy her the matching pair.

For now, they were adorable as they were, and Leif licked his lips, his blue eyes narrowing into a wolf like glance.

"Damn it you're so playful and sexy, and you have no idea how much your man wants you!" groaned Leif.

He couldn't resist. She was nibbling her lip as she showed him as little of the panties as she possibly could while still giving him a peek. Now that the washing machine was washing the load, including those cute black panties she'd left behind, Leif slammed the washing machine closed. He wanted her so much, he gripped her roughly around her waist and lifted her, sitting her fat, juicy ass on the washing machine.

She looked at him with startled eyes as he hiked up the skirt and those cute red lacy boy cut panties, and those cute little garter hooks on the side flashed into his view, Lynne already soaking wet, her desires obviously fueled by his masculine lust for her scent, catching him stroking his aching cock, and teasing him with a sight of her panties.

The big startled eyes were because he'd slammed the washer, then picked her up swift, and strong, and sat her so quickly on the washing machine. At first he thought the eyes were because she was timid because his steamy passion for her made her nervous, but then he remembered the way she slung her hips with hard, nasty passion in that Fair bathroom. And he looked into her eyes again, and her eyes were smoky with passion and lined with water.

"What's wrong with my sweet princess, why...why tears darlin'," asked Leif, stroking her tears away with his thumbs.

Even though he was ready to be sexual with her, he still had tender concern for her feelings, something he felt was lacking in Lynne's life before. Sure he was horny, but he needed to tend to her emotional well being as a primary concern.

"Because...because now...I want...I...I want you to,"

"You want your man to be rough with you, is that it?" he added indulgently stroking her chin dimple.

Lynne nodded with eagerness, sending her cute, shoulder length curly hair bobbing everywhere. Oh lord have mercy, his heart and his dick both ached with so much love and lust for her, it almost hurt with the intensity of his pleasure in both areas.

"Well please can we...I know...I know we said we'd wait but I don't think I can anymore, I want so bad to belong to you, in every way," said Lynne, and she was squirming on the washing machine!

Mercy! Now she was begging him to fuck her and aching for him. She performed and had a tantrum for him to be rough with her many times when they made love now. They'd been through this when he'd warmed her up and she was finally ready to try intercourse, right before they were engaged after being terrified of it before. Now it was the same with fucking, and just like before, It was sweet, and adorable and endeared her to him even more. But he still felt, with Lynne's emotional constitution it would be better for them to wait until they walked down the aisle, and they could be as wild as she wanted to be sexually.

This was one of those things where he felt it important to give her kindness and care emotionally, and sometimes it meant being a tad bit firm with her, and helping her with boundaries so that she would feel safer with him later. He never wanted her questioning the sincerity of his love for her, even years from now. It was also how he knew how head over heels with her, when he could ignore his primal need to fuck, even for a few more weeks, because he cared about her emotional needs, and providing Lynne with a loving, nurturing environment, different than anything she'd ever known.

"Yes you can...we can wait. You said you wanted to wait for marriage to fuck, honey, and that's what we're gonna do. Your heart will feel so much better, because the fucking will be all tied up with how much we love each other, if we just have some self-control and wait. It's only three weeks away," he murmured sweetly kissing her forehead.

"No...no, that feels like forever! I don't want to wait no more Leify, I just can't, I need you in me deep and hard, like you were dreaming of when you were smelling my panties, and I caught you in the laundry hamper," murmured Lynne, pulling his sweatshirt over his head.

She gripped his pectorals roughly, piercing his chest with eager fingernails.

"It's not forever, we'll be married in a little more than three weeks, you're so cute and impatient, think about how much better that fucking will feel, if you act like a grown up woman and wait patiently just three more weeks," he murmured indulgently, and he could barely believe how intensely he loved her, so much so he was putting her needs first in everything.

She wanted him so badly she was practically gouging him, scratching his chest and pulling her towards him. He chuckled at her feminine aggression. She was like a little kitten in heat and he was going to have so much fun with her in three more weeks!

"Well if it's only three weeks, what's the difference if we get started three weeks early...then I'll already be good at the rougher stuff by the time we go on our honeymoon. I don't want to wait no more baby, I want you to treat me like you're your grown up wifey!" cried Lynne.

"Shhhhh...you said the same thing about sex, after I got you so you weren't scared, you couldn't wait for us to have sex, but I insisted we wait a little longer. And it was wonderful that we waited until we were engaged. Oh Lynney, you think you want to be fucked, you have no idea how much I've wanted to fuck you, oh practically since the minute I laid eyes on you on that stage all those months ago. But your heart is tender, and pure, and you were raised in such an old fashioned way, and I think that you'll do better as a wife emotionally if you know, that I loved you enough, to wait, so we could fuck. I know you are hot in your panties for me Lynney, and I'm hot for you too, but let's just wait, relax, and enjoy a little more lovemaking for now. You gonna be a good girl for your husband?" asked Leif, turning her gaze into his own by her chin dimple.

She nodded.

"I'll be a good girl. You're right that we should wait, it's just hard, to wait, " she murmured.

"You're telling me! It's hard as hell, but we can do it. We'll make it together. Let me sniff you in your panties. It's way more fun sniffing when you're in the damn panties, than having a used pair. Lift up your dress for your man," he groaned softly.