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All I wanted was to smell Caroline’s used panties. It wasn’t even as if I was breaking and entering, since we had one of her spare keys just as she had one of ours, in case of emergency.Admittedly this was no emergency, but an opportunity had presented itself, and I couldn’t resist the temptation. My wife was staying overnight at her sister’s. I’d seen our next door neighbour leave the house earlier and guessed she’d be spending the evening at her boyfriend’s. It was Saturday evening, after all.So I took Caroline’s key off the hook and slipped it into my pocket along with the key to my own house, locking the back door behind me as I set off for next door. It being dark, I could quite easily sneak across without being seen by other neighbours by keeping to the shadows. I clambered over the fence that separated the two properties and made my way to Caroline’s back door, unlocking with a stealth the situation didn’t require.The door led straight into the utility room, so I didn’t even have to enter the house proper. There was the washing machine, there was the tumble dryer, and there was the laundry basket. Imagine my delight when I lifted the lid to discover that it was full.I had no trouble finding a pair of Caroline’s used panties. I stood there, holding the white garment in my hand while I took a deep breath. There’s really no way I can explain this kink of mine. Let’s just say that I love the smell of cunt. I frequently have a rummage in the laundry basket at home, putting my wife’s dirty knickers up against my face and inhaling deeply. Now I did the same with our next door neighbour’s, sticking my nose into the crotch of her panties and taking a deep breath.I expected the same kind of sensation I was used to at home, but the strength of the odour emanating from Caroline’s used underwear surprised me. I took another deep breath. To my intense delight, I was quite sure of what I was smelling. Caroline’s panties seemed to be infused with arousal. I’d smelled enough pairs of knickers to infer that our next door neighbour had been uncommonly horny when she wore these. The scent was practically orgasmic in its intensity. I stood there, pressing the garment against my nose and mouth, imagining Caroline playing with herself, cumming in her underwear, juices leaking out, impregnating the fabric.This was definitely an unexpected bonus! As I stood there, inhaling deeply, my cock turned to granite.Why, you might be wondering, was I not content to just fish my wife’s used undies out of the laundry basket at home? Why this sneaky visit to next door?Curiosity, is the simple answer. Curiosity had gotten the better of me. Caroline was a very friendly woman, but she exuded a certain something more than mere geniality. If it wasn’t exactly raw sexuality, there was definitely something about her that attracted me in ways a married man is not supposed to feel.Caroline was also a big woman. In this she differed very much from my wife. Not that I was dissatisfied in any way with our conjugal life, almanbahis şikayet but if my wife had very little to grab hold of, then Caroline had plenty. Her deep cleavage never failed to excite my imagination whenever I saw it.I had no intention of actually cheating on Ann, but I have to admit that once or twice, when I was feeling frisky and my wife wasn’t in the same place, I had laid in bed and worked my cock imagining it planted firmly between the next door neighbour’s more than ample breasts. I mean just fantasizing isn’t cheating, is it?OK, I admit, standing in the next door neighbour’s utility room, luxuriating in the smell of her used panties may be some people’s definition of cheating, but I wasn’t actually doing anything with another woman, was I? It’s just that an opportunity had presented itself, and I’d taken it. Given my curiosity about Caroline, it was pretty hard to resist.As I stood there, inhaling the remnants of superabundant arousal, my eyes fell on another pair of knickers. They’d been dropped on the floor and were half obscured by the laundry basket. I tossed the pair I was holding back among the dirty laundry and bent to pick up this other pair.I felt damp against my fingers, and when I held the knickers up to my nose, a very different smell from before. This was more like an embarrassing accident. I inhaled deeply.Then a sound reached my ears. Well, a cry really. My first thought was that someone was in pain, though who or why I couldn’t imagine since the house was empty. It was, wasn’t it?Instinctively I felt I ought to investigate. I walked to the door leading into the house proper and opened it gingerly. Sounds filtered through to me, seeming to come from the TV. My heart started beating faster. Caroline must have come home without my noticing, unless I was about to encounter a burglar relaxing in her living area with a can of Special Brew in his hand.The obvious thing to do was to close the door as gingerly as I’d opened it and make my way home as quickly as possible. Maybe I would have done just that if I hadn’t heard another cry. This one was much clearer, and it was also clear that it wasn’t a cry of pain so much as one of pleasure. My first thought was that Caroline had come back with her boyfriend, but somehow I intuitively felt that wasn’t it.For the second time that evening, my curiosity got the better of my better judgement. I stole onward, through the kitchen. The further in I sneaked, the louder the noises became. I identified the TV, where several voices were colliding with moans and groans. But there were other moans and groans too, loud and insistent, and clearly belonging to Caroline.I continued into the dining area, keeping to the wall and cursing under my breath when my feet weren’t as quiet as I meant for them to be. The house was open plan, and soon I was close to a corner beyond which I’d easily be able to see into the living area.When I did, I could scarcely believe my eyes. Caroline was slumped in an armchair dressed almanbahis canlı casino in a white négligée. The garment just about prevented me from seeing the huge mounds I’d fantasized about, but given what else I saw, I wasn’t too bothered. The armchair was facing the TV, where some kind of orgy was in progress. I was less interested in the orgy than in the way Caroline had her legs parted and her feet resting on the coffee table, the négligée pulled up round her waist. Both hands were gripping a very large dildo, which she was busy ramming into herself. “Oh! Oh! Oh!” she moaned. “Oh! Oh! Oh!” Then she titled her head back and cried out, “Oh yes!”I stood there mesmerised, half hidden, half not. I saw Caroline diagonally from behind, an angle which wasn’t the best. Nevertheless, I saw her rip the dildo from herself and begin slapping it between her thighs. “Oh yes!” she cried again. Then she gave the kind of scream that had attracted my attention in the first place.I don’t know what I was thinking. Well, really I wasn’t thinking at all. The sight of the woman sitting there was such a huge turn on. Suddenly I was standing there with my cock out in the open, watching as Caroline brought both hands up to maul her huge breasts through the négligée; breasts I’d still only seen in my imagination.One of Caroline’s hands moved back down. As she squeezed her breasts with one hand, she slapped her own pussy with the other. She was letting out the most delicious moans, staring at the screen. I stood there, with one hand round my cock, masturbating to the sight of the next door neighbour as she let out a new scream. “Oh yes! Fucking give it to me!”Her body twisted, and so did her head. There was no way of escaping. Caroline sat bolt upright, staring at me. “Daniel!” she exclaimed. “What are you doing here?”“I heard a noise,” I said. It was a pretty stupid explanation, but then given that I was standing there with my cock in one hand and a pair of Caroline’s used panties in the other, any explanation was destined to be as stupid as they come.The woman’s eyes narrowed. “I know I’m a bit of a screamer, but I doubt very much my screams can be heard all the way over to your house.”“I thought you were out.”“And so you came across to get a whiff of my panties.” She nodded at the garment I was holding. “How many times have you done that?”“This is the first,” I said truthfully.Caroline didn’t look as if she believed me. There was an awkward silence, during which I felt the need to tuck my now shrunken penis back in my trousers.“Don’t worry,” Caroline said at long last. “I won’t tell Ann about this.”That was a relief. “Thank you,” I said quietly.There was a strange little smile playing on Caroline’s lips. “If you’d like to do me a little favour in return…”“Of course. Just name it.”There was a change in Caroline’s expression, the smile more debauched, more craving. “There’s bottled water in the fridge. Bring some in here and drink as much of it as you can.”The request took my breath away, almanbahis casino though somehow I wasn’t surprised. The pieces fell into place. The damp panties I was holding in my hand, the nature of the film that was still running and which I hadn’t paid any attention to, though I must have taken it in subliminally. “Are you serious?” I said.“You have your fetish,” Caroline said, nodding at the panties I was still holding in my hand. “I have mine. Are you going to help me or not?”Though I’d never done anything like it in my life, there was, for some reason, no question of doing anything but acquiescing. I nodded, turning to revisit the kitchen, easily finding what I was looking for and returning with two large bottles. Back in the living area, I discovered that Caroline had resumed her enjoyment of what was playing on the TV, rubbing herself unashamedly watching two men urinating over a writhing female body.I sat down in the other armchair, unscrewed the top on one of the bottles and began chugging. It was completely insane, as if the smell of Caroline’s undies had somehow put a spell on me. I wasn’t thinking at all, just going along with the situation as if I had no choice in any matter whatsoever.Her hand still moving between her thighs, Caroline turned to me. “Those knickers you were holding. I pissed myself earlier. My bladder was so full on the way home. I didn’t have time to get indoors, I just squatted by the garage wall.”“I see,” I said, not really knowing what else to say.“It made me horny. Got me in the mood.”“I thought you were seeing someone,” I said neutrally, but really fishing.“Ken?” Caroline said. “Ken doesn’t understand about this.” She gave a little laugh as she gestured at the screen. “Maybe I need to dump him and find someone who does.”The casual way she said it suggested that Ken wasn’t exactly someone she was planning on spending her life with. I chugged some more water, watching Caroline as she watched the debauched action on the TV. “Oh this is so hot!” she breathed suddenly. Her hand worked faster between her thighs. I didn’t care what she was watching – though female voices were certainly excited – only how it made her react.She parted her pussy lips, two fingers suddenly darting into her tunnel and working hard. “Oh I so want that!” She was staring intently at the screen, the splatter of urine from the TV combining with loud squelching from her pussy. I chugged yet more water. It was beginning to feel uncomfortable. The human body isn’t meant to consume liquid at that rate, and I’d already drunk too much coffee at home. Besides, every man knows that the male member’s dual functions can provide for some pretty precarious situations. I was hugely aroused by the sight of Caroline, but only too well aware that the state she required of me was somewhat inimical to growth. I chugged yet more water.Then Caroline was smiling. “Since you like sniffing my panties,” she said. “Maybe you’d like to smell my cunt for real?”She was certainly a no nonsense woman. I swallowed. In spite of all the water I’d drunk, my mouth suddenly felt dry. I drank some more before rising and moving across to her. I got down in front of her, slowly moving my face closer to where fingers were rubbing.Suddenly she’d grabbed my head.