Our wives panty trained me and my two best lifelong friends

The three of us were the same age. We grew up together, played baseball and football and did all the guy things. So after we all got married, it was only natural that our three wives became friends too. Then my wife, Jada, found out about the Demale Society and joined. She got the other two wives to join too. Pretty soon they were going out to meetings once and sometimes twice a week. My two buddies only knew that they belonged to some kind of women's club, and that was all we needed to know, especially since they held their weekly meetings on Sunday afternoons, so that was perfect for all us guys because we then got together and watched football or some other kind of sports, had a few beers, etc.

What we didn't know is what our wives were planning for us. The three of them went out and bought granny-style panties in large sizes to fit us three guys, like the panties recommended in the Demale booklets. When they got back from shopping, just for fun they tried on the big panties and had a bunch of laughs (see photo). Then each one of our wives worked on us separately, staring their panty training of us, and they compared notes with each other every step of the way. Within two weeks they were teasing us with panties, leaving them around the house, rubbing us with silky panties to masturbate us, then driving us crazy and cementing our panty-sex associations until they had us jacking ourselves off with panties while they watched. From there, it was a small step getting us to wear the panties while we masturbated, and then an even smaller step to get us to wear panties daily.

Of course, the three of us guys had no idea each of us was being panty training, but looking back, I did notice, a change in our demeanor. When we got together on Sundays to watch some games, we were less boisterous, softer spoken, just subtle changes like that. For me, I was a bit self conscious about wearing panties under my clothes in front of the other guys. I'm sure they felt the same. We weren't quite glued to the television as in the past. There was a bit of nervousness between us and a lot less male bravado.

Then one day, I caught my one friend in our master bedroom going through my wife's lingerie drawer after he had excused himself and said he was needed to use the toilet! He pretended like he was looking for clean towels. I let him off the hook with that explanation that I knew was a lie. Afterwards, I told my wife about it, but she just shrugged her shoulders like it was no big deal. She of course knew he was being panty trained just like she was training me, and didn't want to make an issue out of it. But the next Sunday, my wife had left two big stacks of freshly laundered panties on the dining room table just before my two buddies arrived to watch a playoff game. She left for her meeting, and I was distressed to see that the panties were still there – a stack of her panties and a stack of slightly larger panties – my panties! I wanted to move them, but decided to leave them where she had put them. What I didn't know, she had set up the babycam and was videotaping anybody who got near those panties -- uh-oh!