♀ work schedule is going to be different for the next few weeks and as a result we won’t be seeing each other nearly as much as we are used to. It’s for a good cause, but it’s a big adjustment. As I’m sure you’ve surmised by now we are a very touchy feely sort of couple and six days a week for the next while we’ll only see each other for about an hour in the very early morning.

A couple of nights ago she called me on her lunch break. I was just starting the laundry and I asked if I could wear the panties she had been wearing the day before. When I first told her about my cross-dressing, hers were the only panties available to me and I preferred to wear them after she did (so I could smell her sex). But she likes thongs and I like styles that hold things in better and I have at least as many pairs as she does now so I don’t usually wear hers anymore. Also, she likes having things that are just her own.

Anyway, she said I could wear them and thanked me for asking. I smelled them (yes, I’m a panty sniffer) before putting them on. Her unique scent and the feel of the thong in my ass and the smooth fabric on my cock and balls got me all hot and bothered. I didn’t know if we’d get an opportunity to take an HNT picture this week so I took a couple on my own (a first).

I was trying to decide which one to use (what’s sexier; balls hanging out the bottom or tip of cock poking out the top?) when ♀ came downstairs. “I didn’t give you permission to masturbate,” she said.

“I didn’t”, I replied. “Erections are, for the most part, involuntary. Can you control if your nipples get hard or your pussy gets wet? It’s only masturbation if there’s an orgasm.”

I don’t know how convinced she was, but she dropped the subject. Where would we be without rationalizations? It could be argued they’re more important then sex. No, you say. When’s the last time you went three days without a rationalization?

HHNT

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