I had a friendship with a chap, not any more, going back about 20 years – he ended it suddenly, baffling me and I often visited his house to work in his shed. He was loaded and everything he had was the best and latest but he never imposed that on our friendship. We had identical hobbies and he had modified his shed into a grand workshop, well he hadn't – he got a man in to do it for him. I had free range if he wasn't in, maybe walking the dogs, but I was expected, so Sandy his wife would let me in, I would walk through into the nether regions of this lovely listed building, through the utility room and into the back garden and to the workshop.
As usual visiting any household, my eyes would scan for any female accoutrements lying around and there on top of the washing machines – yes two of them, would be a large basket with dirty clothes. The household consisted of him and Sandy, his not attractive obese wife, thick as two short planks actually. They had four fucking hot daughters, two married, another twenty two year old in a relationship but still lodged in this large, very old house and the youngest Donna who lived at home while finishing studies at college before going on to a local university, she was seventeen.
Passing through the utility room, generally alone and with the advantage of knowing the layout of the place and used to the nearby footfall I would dip into the wash basket and rummage finding not only my hosts underpants but several pairs of knickers. It was easy to discern Sandy's by the size and style, she had a not uninteresting gusset odour, but the prize treasures were a mixture of tiny frilly panties, regular panties and thongs in various materials and colours.
I had things to do but before that things to sniff and lick. Sometimes crusty gussets, some even still warm and damp, some with the slightest of stain, some perfectly clean and the odd one with possibly a youthful skidmark. The whole family would often throw parties and with my intimate secret knowledge, I could ogle the ladies of the household with great pleasure.
Much much later after he had cast me abruptly aside, it did occur to me that he had spotted me sniffing his beloved relatives undies on a CCTV camera. There wasn't one obvious in the utility room but I knew they were installed round the exterior because of the refined location and obvious wealth. To have them in a room with access to the garden, such as the utility room made sense, so I don't know and he never explained.