Janine awaits

After I was squeeky clean I stepped out, dried off and went back to the dresser. I opened the drawers and had to catch my breath. I was like a kid on Christmas morning. One drawer was filled with beautiful silky panties…I remembered my wife in these. I remembered lying beside her with my hand draped over, rubbing her pussy through the fabric as she moaned. Suddenly I felt as though wearing these things would help me to pull out of my grief.
I picked out a pair of sheer panties, pink in color, and slid them up my smooth legs. I stood up and pulled them snug, as I did so I gave a little turn to examine my butt. “Everyone always said I have a nice ass” …I realized I had said that out loud which caused me to giggle..I giggled like a girl. Next came a frilly garter belt and sheer pink hued thigh highs. Dear Lord honey, my cock was so hard that I had to stop right then and there and take care of it. I stood with my feet crossed and ran my palms over my nipples. They were hard enough to cut glass. I pulled my throbbing cock out and started stroking with my right hand as my left ground my nipple…It only took about ten strokes until I erupted with such ferocity that I passed out. I woke up as soon as I hit the floor. When I woke up I knew, I knew I was a slut, I knew I had to suck cock. I closed my eyes and pictured my best friend Dave, standing in front of me with his jeans unzipped and his huge cock straining, trying to burst out of his boxers. I started to rub my nipples again as I imagined his smile. He was saying “ oh my god Jack, you don’t look like yourself…You are so pretty” I could feel his fingers caress my chin as I knelt, obediently before him. “You are far too pretty to be a Jack, aren’t you? He said. My eyes were still tightly closed dreaming of my friend as I flicked my nipples and moved my hand back to my still throbbing cock. “ I know, Im going to call you Janine…Do you like that name Janine?” he asked. “ I love it Dave, almost as much as I love sucking your dick.”