We’d been running the B&B for a couple of years – just renting out the attic which was pretty self-contained. It brought in a little extra cash. Before we started I had been dead against it but then as the guests stated coming I got used to it and started to enjoy it a little. A real mix of people. Sometimes one would catch my eye and I’d often fantasise about them fucking in the room above our bedroom or some other sexual adventure.

This weekend we had a couple from Holland. The wife and kids were away, so I was flying solo. I have to day, I was not happy about having guests and having to deal with them. As I opened the door to them my heart sank. A burly guy with a dark beard looking miserable. But as I shook his hand that depression lifted. ‘ I am Hans and this is Madelaine’ he said. Behind him stood his wife, tall, slim, late 40’s with red hair and the biggest smile. To sum her up, one word came to mind, naughty. Sometimes it’s just written all over the face of someone, like a tee-shirt that says ‘I fucking love it’ My spirits lifted.

I directed them upstairs and carried ‘Madelaine’s bag. I know I shouldn’t be so bad straight away but I couldn’t help but take a good look at her rear as she climbed the stairs. Her jeans were tight and I could make out the lines of her panties – her arse was great, rounded towards the lower cheeks, an hour glass-ish figure on a slim frame. 

I settled them in – flirting like crazy with Madelaine – she had the most beautiful green eyes – flecked with gold and that hair! I was, of course, wondering whether the red continued elsewhere. Her skin was pale,  she was freckled and somehow it  made you able to see exactly what she would have looked like 20 years ago and that youthfulness exuded from her whole body.

That night they fucked. And I couldn’t help but toss off to the sounds of their lovemaking. They must have known I was listening – but to make sure they knew, I left my bedroom, noisily after they’d done. 

The next morning at breakfast they were bright and breezy. ‘ Could I do some washing please’ Madelaine asked. We don’t normally do this kind of thing – but I said sure and suggested they just leave what they want done at the bottom of the stairs when they leave and I’ll put it in with the wash I was about to do. I’m sure every guy knew what I was thinking. What I was hoping to see.

They finished breakfast and went up to their room and came back 15 minutes later. Both with a grin on their face. ‘ I’ve left the washing by the stairs’ she said with a mischievous twinkle in her eye. I couldn’t wait to get them out of the house to check this washing out.

As soon as they were out I was practically running to the foot of their stairs. There in front of me a smallish pile of laundry. On top, clearly positioned,  a pair of black silk and lace panties. Positioned, that is,  so that the gusset was facing up clear as day. I could see from a distance that it was white and wet. Dirty little minx. Well, what’s a man supposed to do in a situation like this. What his dirty bastard instinct instructs him. I took the panties into my hand, pushed the gusset into my mouth and nose and inhaled. Fuck me. They were still warm. The sticky cunt juices were warm and fragrant a heady mix of perfume, fabric softener and sweet cunt. She must have just rubbed herelf with these and left them for me – what other explanation could there be? Looking down at the pile of washing it consisted of these panties, three other pairs and a pair of jeans. That’s all. All the other panties were soiled with white marks, each silky and full not a thong in sight. I’m not ashamed to say – like any full blooded male – I pulled out my rock hard cock there and then, pushed the damp wet warm panties into my face and wanked off with the other dirty knickers around my cock.