Three's a Circle, Not a Triangle Ch. 10

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Susan has a panty, bra, & shoe fetish and so does William.
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Part 10 of the 13 part series

Updated 09/22/2022
Created 02/10/2013
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Susan has a panty, bra, and shoe fetish and so doesn't William and Liz too.

After weeks of giving William and his wife, Liz, the same sexy, striptease show of her stripping herself naked and parading around her room naked before getting in bed to masturbate herself, the next night, Susan gave them a much different show but one as equally erotic. Instead of primarily showing them her sexy, naked body again, she gave them more of an intimate, erotic, and exotic look at who she was as a sexual woman. Expecting her to walk in her bedroom and slowly strip off her clothes while posing in front of her bedroom window before parading around her room naked, William was shocked that she didn't climb on her bed to masturbate this time. Old enough to know that all good things must come to an end, was last night the end of her nightly striptease and masturbation show?

Changing her routine, she gave William and Liz a new show, albeit one where she's fully dressed. Rather than doing the same sexy and sexually exciting routine and giving her neighbors the same striptease show, she opened her dresser drawers and pulled out pile after pile of panties. William wondered what she was going to do with all of those panties. Being that she had just moved in, maybe she wanted to clean out and organize her panty drawer. Maybe she just wanted to show him her panties and show him how many panties she had. Maybe she was just as much into panties as he was and was just as excited to show him all of her panties as he was excited to see all of her panties.

Dozens upon dozens of panties, he couldn't believe how many panties she pulled from her drawer. How many panties did she have? No one needs to have that many panties. Yet, exciting to see her panties, even when not on her sexy body, he liked this show that starred her panties.

When she was done displacing and displaying all of her panties, she had a hilly heap of cotton, silk, and satin in a rainbow of thin, sheer, pastel and bright colors. A prime candidate for a panty raid in the way that he participated in panty raids when he was in college forty years ago, never has he seen so many panties together at one time. Never has he truly appreciated her panties until she so publically displayed them now. Better than just seeing them in a heap on the bed, hoping more to compare one panty from the other, he only wished she'd wear them and model them.

Dumping two drawer full of panties on her bed in a high, heaping mound, as if she was getting ready for a panty sale at Victoria Secrets, she took the time to fold them and neatly pile the panties in stacks on her bed. Aligned in rows and organized in colors and by styles, she had so very many panties, too many to count. It was an amazing display of her panties. Unless she wanted to use her whole bed to house her entire panty collection, with so many stacks of pretty panties taking up half of her king-sized, memory foam bed, she had to double and triple stack them for all of her panties to fit on her bed.

He surmised correctly that she was saving the other half of her bed for something else, but what? Maybe her plan is to masturbate while holding and sniffing her panties in the way that he wished he could. How hot would that be to watch her holding her panties up to her nose while fingering herself? Masturbating with her, he'd love to see her masturbating over her panties in the way that he'd masturbate over her panties if her were there in her bedroom with her.

As if she was a saleswoman organizing the lingerie department of a high end department store, folding each one with loving care, she was so organized with her panties that she made William want to color coordinate his shirts in his closet and/or clean out and rearrange his sock drawer. He wondered if Liz was watching what he was watching. He wondered what Liz thought of Susan's panty show and panty collection. He wondered if Liz was not only jealous that Susan had so very many pretty panties but also that she had the body to wear them, not that Liz didn't have a body but she didn't have Susan's body.

No doubt, after seeing so very many of Susan's panties, inspiring her to do so, she'll be making a visit to Victoria Secret's at the mall. Liz looked good in her panties and as good then in her panties as Susan does now but with Susan twenty years younger than Liz, there's no comparing how the woman looked in their panties now. Only, with Liz not giving him sex and the amusement park permanently closed, other than for her masturbating herself while watching Susan or her giving her lover sex, if she even had a lover, he wondered why his wife needed to buy any more sexy underwear.

After seeing Susan's panties, going beyond sex and all things sexual to movie scenes that were more erotic than pornographic, William couldn't help but remember an old movie, Body Double. Craig Wasson, played by Jake Scully, watches a woman, Gloria Revelle, played by Deborah Shelton, trying on panties in the dressing room of a lingerie store with the curtain open just enough for him to see. Purchasing them after trying them on, the saleswoman puts her used panties in a small store bag and Gloria wears her new panties out of the store. If the scene wasn't so hot it would be bizarre.

As soon as Gloria leaves the lingerie store, she discards her used panties in the trash. Of course, being the voyeuristic, panty fetish pervert that he is, Craig retrieves her panties from the trash. William so enjoyed that movie that it has a permanent place in his movie library and he still watches the movie on occasion.

A product of the fifties and sixties, the time of Doris Day, Donna Reed, Harriet Nelson, and June Cleaver, William grew up during a time when women wore white gloves, girdles, and garter belts. Cars had fins instead of curves and sex was underground and only spoken about behind closed, bedroom door and/or whispered and laughed about to his friends while drinking beer in the park. Closeted and restricted by the puritan morals of censorship of the day, he was an officer of the court and to keep his license to practice law, he had to obey, ascribe to, and adhere to the laws of decency of the Commonwealth of Massachusetts. Nonetheless his public display of decency, a leering lecher in private, Body Double was William's introduction to exhibitionistic women and voyeuristic men.

Years before, an admitted voyeur before developing a panty fetish, he spent his fair share of time trying to see up women's short skirts on the subway, on college campus, and at work in the sixties and seventies. After watching Body Double in the eighties, even though he was an adult by then and not some testosterone filled horny teenager, that movie, was responsible for the encouraged flourishment of his panty fetish. No doubt, even more than sniffing and masturbating over his mother's panties and even more then spying on women's panties on the subway, on college campus, and at work, he's always had a sexual fantasy of seeing women modeling in their underwear, something that was forbidden from television until relatively recently with Victoria's Secrets leading the way.

Already squirreled away in college and on his way to law school, having his share of carefree sex in college with drunken dorm parties, William was too late for the party to enjoy all of the fun that started with the sexual revolution of the sixties. With Twiggy modeling in her mini skirt and Pussy Galore and Ursula Andress enticing James Bond with their bikini clad bodies, as soon as Madison Avenue discovered that sex sells, suddenly everything was all about sex. With the censors finally taking a more hands off approach with Hollywood and then with television, even commercials took a sexual twist, with Edie Adams telling men to, "Take it all off, take it all off," in a Noxema commercial that was played with stripper's music. Making even football a sexual thing by enticing women to lust over football players in the way that men lusted over cheerleaders, Broadway Joe Namath was having his wicked way with women in the way that Tom Jones was with women tossing their used panties on stage.

Too serious and too mature for his age, William missed too much of the sexual revolution by devoting his life to his studies before attending law school and, right after, accepting a job with long hours at a law firm. Instead of playing around and playing the field, he married Liz, the love of his life, bought this house and began his married life living in this quiet neighborhood, that is, until Susan moved in across the street. With all things in life finding a balance, he had a fondness for watching porn movies, specifically porn movies that showcased Susan as the star. By happenstance, the sexual things that he missed going to school and working was readily available to him now by just looking out his office windows. Nonetheless, realizing all the sexual fun that he missed, he wished he were twenty or thirty years younger.

With movies needing the stamp of the censors approval, a time of watching black and white movies when the camera panned from the sexual action to a cigarette left burning in an ashtray meant that the couple was having sex. Unless the movie was XXX, the point is that they didn't make sexually explicit or even sexy movies like that back then, that is, until Brando's Last Tango in Paris in '72 and Caligula in '79. Another equally erotic movie that he remembered a few years before Body Double, and one that encouraged his emerging panty fetish, was Dressed to Kill.

After dropping her glove in a New York museum, a stranger offers Angie Dickinson a ride in the backseat of his cab by enticing her with her dropped glove. As soon as she enters the taxi, he kisses her. Not taking no for an answer, his hand climbed higher up her short skirt until he removed her panties. There in view of the aroused taxi driver and the movie watching audience, every man's dream back then to have sex with Angie Dickinson, this lucky passenger had his oral, wicked way with her pussy.

Shoot 'em up western and blow 'em war movies in the 50's and 60's, movies that were more about violence then were suddenly more about sex in the 70's and 80's. Dressed to Kill and Body Double were two movies he's never forgotten; those sexy scenes were erotically so hot and more memorable than the pornographic movies of the time, Deep Throat and Behind the Green Door. Inserting Liz in both those scenes, he'd love to watch a man watching her trying on panties in a lingerie store and he'd love to watch a man remove her panties in a cab before eating her. Then, inserting Susan in both movies, he could only hope, just as he'd love to remove her panties, he'd love to watch her try on panties. Perhaps with all of her panties filling the bed, she was just about to do that, model her panties for him.

An up skirt kind of voyeur, especially on a windy day, seemingly more than coincidental that she'd display her private collection of panties to him, he wondered if she knew that he had a panty fetish. How could she possibly know that he had a panty fetish? Actually, being that he's a man, what man doesn't have a panty fetish? All men have a panty fetish. Unless that man is a gay man, there's not a man that he knows who wouldn't stop and stare at a woman's exposed panty.

The only thing that surpasses William's fetish for panties is his fetish for bras and high heeled shoes. As if holding up and folding all of her panties was her way of showing him her panties without modeling her panties, she had classic, full cut briefs, high cut briefs, and granny panties. He never imagined why a porn star would have granny panties, unless they were comfortable to wear when alone in bed. He never understood why a porn star would even own so many panties when he thought all porn stars, in the vein of strippers, and in the way of Britney Spears, Lindsay Lohan, Jennifer Lopez, and Kim Kardashian, didn't wear panties when out on the town.

She had French cut, boyleg or boyshort panties, along with control panties, Spanx and Spandex panties. She had hipster panties, seamless panties, bikini panties, string bikini panties, cage lace open panel panties, ruffled panties, tangas, thongs, and g-string panties, if one dares call a g-string a panty. As evidence with the aid of his high powered binoculars, she had panties made of silk, satin, cotton, nylon, mesh, lace, leather, latex, Lycra, and polyester. Forget about Victoria's Secrets as having sexy panties, she had Frederick's of Hollywood bow back crotch-less panties too.

She had dozens of panties in all styles and in all colors. For a voyeur with a panty fetish that dates back to him sniffing and masturbating over his mother's panties and looking up short skirts during the sixties and seventies, he was in panty paradise while watching Susan fold all of her sexy, delicately, intimate apparel. Instead of just seeing her panties, he only wished he could touch, feel, and sniff her panties too. Alas, having to be satisfied with her just showing him, folding them, and stacking them, he only wished he could watch her modeling all of her panties too. A man with a panty fetish, his sexual fantasy come true, how hot would that be to see her panty clad crotch and ass parading back in forth in front of her bedroom window while wearing and modeling different panties?

This time, she didn't brush her long, lush, beautiful, blonde hair while sitting at the vanity table naked as if she was Lady Godiva naked on a horse or Rapunzel allowing her long, blonde hair to cascade from her shoulders and flow down her back. Instead, she opened more dresser drawers and, in the way she carried over her panties, she carried over an abundance of bras to the bed too. Teasing him with her sexy lingerie, with an equal amount of bras as she had panties, never has he seen so much lingerie in one space and in one viewing. If he knew she was into that sort of thing, he wished he had a collection of jockstraps that he could showcase by hanging them from his windows and piling them upon his desk.

Huge, oval helmets that housed her D cup breasts, if there's such a thing as reincarnation and if he had a choice as to what to return as, if he couldn't return as her panties, he'd want to return to Earth as her bra. If he were her bra, he'd do her breast a service by holding them so proudly high. Her mountain of bras of every color of the rainbow and of every style looked as if she had taken women prisoners, stripped them naked, and piled their underwear on her bed as proof that they were all locked down in her basement. In the horny way she was making him feel by flashing him all of her panties and bras, just as he wouldn't mind seeing a bevy of women modeling their panties and bras, he wouldn't mind seeing dozens of naked women without their bras and panties too.

Holding up each one of her bras in the way she did with her panties, as if she was teasing him and no doubt she was, she held them there in plain view as if she was examining each one for signs of wear. No doubt, in appreciation of the gay fashion designer who designed her sexy underwear, she held her panties and bras in the way that he'd hold her panties and bras, in respectful reverence, if ever he was alone in her bedroom with her sexy underwear. She already had a pile of panties set to the side that appeared were to be discarded and she added some of her bras to that pile too. Once it turned dark, too dark to witness his perversion and his perverse lust for her and her underwear, he envisioned himself digging through her trash bin to collect her discarded panties and bras.

She had adhesive bras, backless bras, balcony brass, bridal bras, and body bras, along with bustiers, camisoles, chemise, convertible bras, corsets, front closure bras. She had full bras, half cup bras, halter neck bras, jogging bras, lacy bras, liquid and gel bra, long-line bras, and minimizer bras. She had multi-way bras, padded bras, not that she needed a padded bra, along with plunging bras and push up bras. She had racer-back bras, seamless bras, sleep bras, sport bras, strapless bras, thermal bras, triangle bras, and underwire bras. He's never seen so many different kind of bras. A fun game for him to play, had he not had a bra fetish to match his panty fetish, he never would have be able to identify so many bra styles.

Then, thinking that her show was over but with her show not nearly over, she opened her walk-in closet. Carrying over six shoes at a time to take their place of honor with her panties and bras, she carried shoe after shoe after shoe and lined them all up in front of her bed as if they were her standing army of shoes albeit without feet. There were so many shoes that once her shoes were lined up the length of her bed and six rows deep, she couldn't even access that side of the bed without stepping on her shoes. Other than the shoes he's seen in a shoe store, he's never seen as many shoes.

She had high-heeled shoes with heels from kitten heels of 2 inches to spiked heel shoes of 6 inches and wedged heel shoes. She had knee high boots, calf high boots, and ankle boots. She had espadrilles, mules, sling backs, athletic shoes, flats, ballet flats, clogs, peep toe, platform shoes, pumps, slip-on shoes, strap-up shoes, stripper shoes, wedges, and slippers. Just as she had a lot of panties and bras, she had a lot of shoes too. If she had the equal number of legs of a caterpillar or a millipede, she had more than enough shoes to shod every foot.

With a huge pile of panties to go along with a mountainous pile of bras stacked upon her bed and a huge display of shoes that seemingly guarded her lingerie, he wondered what she was going to do with all of those bras, panties, shoes. Was she donating them all to charity? If she was donating her lingerie and shoes to charity, so long as the price was right, he'd definitely buy them all and take them off of her hands. Being that he's always had a panty, bra, and shoe fetish and so hasn't Liz, he could spend years masturbating while feeling and sniffing her panties, bras, and shoes.

Liz always had a huge collection of panties, bras, and shoes but nothing like this, not even close to the number of panties, bras, and shoes that Susan showcased on her bed and in front of her bed. Apparently, when not wearing anything at all, panties, bras, and shoes were the required uniform of a porn star. Perhaps, after she wore these panties, bras, and shoes in the making of her porn films, maybe she was allowed to keep them, which would explain why she had so very many of them.

He wondered if his wife was next door watching the panty, bra, and shoe show in the way he couldn't remove his eyes from Susan and her sexy lingerie and shoe collection display. He wondered if she was as aroused as he was seeing Susan's panties, bras, and shoes. As if masturbating for her was his personal applause, he couldn't wait to show Susan his sexually excited appreciation for her underwear and shoe show by masturbating for her.

He wished he could reciprocate Susan's showing of her underwear and shoes but he wasn't much of a collector, that is, other than his die cast car collection. He didn't think she'd want to see his die cast car collection in the way that he was enjoying seeing her panty, bra, and shoe collection. He wondered if she felt the same way when looking at her panties, bras, and shoes, as he did when looking at his die cast cars. He wondered if she loved her panties, bras, and shoes, in the same way that he loved his die cast cars. Surely with one collection not being as sexual as the other, truth be told, looking at his die cast car collection made him excited in the way that a man who has a model railroad display, a model airplane collection, or a toy soldier reenactment display must feel.

With his reason and need to collect die cast cars going back to being poor as a child and not being able to afford the toys that he wanted, he wondered if her need to collect so many panties, bras, and shoes was because she was poor as a child too. Perhaps she didn't have a panty, bra, and shoe fetish after all. Perhaps the reason why she had so many panties, bras, and shoes was simply because they were given to her from the porn movie wardrobe department. What else were they to do with used panties, bras, and shoes than to allow the wearer to keep them. A rhetorical question, who but the original wearer and a man with a panty, bra, and shoe fetish, would want her used panties, bras, and shoes?

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