Spellbound Panties
In the tale, there are motifs of consensual cuckolding, impregnation sex, and interracial couplings - these aspects should be deemed fictitious.
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Every individual mentioned in this narrative is an adult.
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Ianto has a penchant for tackling the domestic chores. Amidst his part-time work-from-home gig, he undertakes most of the household errands. I applaud his efforts, yet have a challenging time locating his washes. He is meticulous for efficiency; I prefer being able to locate my undergarments.
"Where did you put my underwear, Ianto?" I hollered from the bedroom.
"I apologize, Min-Ji! I got you a new pair. I hesitated to unwrap them. They'll be in the John Lewis bag in the corner or the wardrobe."
He hit the bulls-eye. I realized he'd procured exactly the cut and fit I adore. Although he was superb when it came to meeting my needs, he was inadequate with something extremely important.
We've been wedded for half a decade and we've been endeavoring to conceive for three years. It ceased being thrilling two years back. For three months, we knew the culprit - it was Ianto. His sperm had nowhere near the capability of fertilizing an egg.
I dressed up and hurried to the train station, only to witness my train leave without me. I contacted my occupational WhatsApp group to apprise them that I'll be delayed by twenty minutes.
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"What's this I can catch a whiff of?" I inquired upon my return.
"I concocted some cawl." He answered me. "It appeared rather chilly and wet. It'll be excellent today, but even better tomorrow."
Dinner was delectable, albeit we didn't share much conversation. I sensed he was keeping something from me. Eventually, after indulging in a Gü chocolate soufflé, I pushed for transparency.
"OK, Ianto. You've been hiding something. Come clean."
"I laid eyes on something bizarre. It may be worth trying."
"What's this bizarre thing you glimpsed?"
"There was an advertisement in the newsagent's window. An advertisement for sorcery."
I raised a brow.
"I'm aware," he responded. "We've explored so many diverse alternatives. Give this a go. It's not an exorbitant expenditure and consider the implications if it succeeds."
I could feel the urgency in his voice. I could also sense my desperation. I wanted him to be right. My sole apprehension was the dismay we'd possibly experience if it failed. However, the fertility therapy waiting list was prolonged.
"How much?" I inquired.
"£500. Here." He displayed a photo of the ad on his phone.
"Why do you believe this isn't merely a ruse to dupe desperate mortals out of £500?"
"Perhaps it is. But £500 isn't fatal to us. Imagine the payoff if it works."
"All right. Call and determine what I need to do."
I was exceptionally dubious, but perhaps he was right. Perhaps par-taking in such a ritual would alleviate stress. Perhaps it could renew our enthusiasm. Perhaps his enchantment would facilitate my pregnancy.
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Two evenings subsequently, we made our way to an ex-council flat and encountered a woman, Kaleisha, with silver strands throughout her hair. Her complexion was a rich chestnut yet had indicator lines akin to a weather-beaten jacket. She projected the image of a sorceress.
We confided in her about our reproductive woes and the objectives we held.
"I can assist. However, the boundaries are limited."
"How can you assist?" Ianto inquired.
"I can imbue an object that will encourage you. Something that will prompt you towards conception." She fixated her gaze on me. "It would necessitate something you wear next to your body."
"Like a magical ring?"
"No. Not jewelry." She immediately interjected. "There's far too many emotions involved with jewelry already. Ideally, it should be something ordinary and new."
"Suppose we bring forth a fresh packet of my favorite John Lewis undergarments and £500 cash?"
"We'll need to come back bearing these items."
The following day, we acquired the unopened pack of my favorite undergarments. I felt a tad disheartened, musing we'd simply flushed our cash down the toilet. However, I reassured Ianto that I would don them during my fertile phase.
I affixed the unwrapped packet to our bedroom's corkboard, alongside the wall calendar with my cycle annotated.
The first day of my fertile window, I gathered a pair of magical panties from the packet. My familiarity with my own body and environment ensured I arrived at work on time.
At Camden Town, I ran into Khenan, an old acquaintance from our first jobs. He was clearly climbing the career ladder. We exchanged numbers and stayed in touch. We met for a drink after work at a wine bar.
We munched on olives and ordered a drink when Khenan put his hand on mine. Then, he leaned in for a kiss. Surprised and intrigued, I reciprocated.
Fortunately, the voice of my friend Kaleisha echoed in my mind, "You will find yourself making different decisions or doing different things. If you resist change, you won't achieve the change you desire."
With that thought in mind, I didn't resist his kiss. Instead, I kissed him back. We decided to check into a hotel and I informed Ianto I'd be late.
The hotel employee barely reacted to the petite Asian woman and the large African man checking in. Even though he had no luggage.
Khenan removed my clothing swiftly as soon as we entered the room.
"New underwear." He observed. I replied, "They're enchanted."
"I have something magical myself." Khenan said, revealing a flute, and plopped down beside me on the bed. He removed his suit pants, and I discovered a super-filled pair of tighty whites. I unraveled them and unveiled a magical flute.
Playing it, I hesitated to reach ecstasy in that position, so I removed my panties and asked Khenan to go on. He was fetching a condom when I stopped him.
"No, you don't have to put on rubber, Khenan. I want to feel you inside me. I want your cum inside me." His eyes were doubtful, but I assured him, "I'm very certain."
"I'm very certain." I confirmed, hoping my words would persuade him, "I believe that your cum inside me is precisely what is necessary."
Khenan displayed impressive gentleness, which was quite delightful. However, considering his size, most women don't get stretched like that.
However, when he was inside me, I could relax a little. We conjoined and began to move in unison. It didn't take long for me to sense his impending climax. I clasped my legs around him and pressed my hands on his back. While I desired to have him remain in me, I also wanted to feel his ejaculation.
Khenan complied, and so did I. As his sperm bathed my insides, I achieved orgasm. And Ianto excitedly congratulated us on the accomplishment.
"Can you go again?" I enquired ten minutes later.
"Yes, let's start over," Khenan affirmed. We sporadically shifted our movements and made love deeply this time. My relaxation was more profound this time, and my climax more intense. Ianto's insistence that this was the magic at work only reaffirmed my faith in the process.
Khenan wanted to shower, but I feared washing away the sperm. So, I hastily put on my enchanted undergarments. My disheveled condition did not bother me, but at the doorstep, I imagined I emanated a scent of intimacy. However, attempting to wash it away would be deceptive.
Before I could apologize, Ianto greeted me with a beaming smile.
"What's the matter?" Ianto questioned.
"I wore the magic underwear this morning," I confessed. "And I saw Khenan at Camden Town while switching lines."
"As agreed," Ianto responded. "This is the intended outcome of the magic. Trust the process, Min-Ji."
I was baffled. Khenan could easily see the magic underwear. Yet, he was extremely happy.
"I'll tutor you about proper hygiene," Ianto whispered, raising my dress. "I will aid you in cleaning up after your heavenly encounter."
Eager, Ianto licked and sucked like a man possessed. He brought me to two more orgasms before pulling away to catch his breath.
"No need for apologies, Min-Ji. You didn't commit adultery. This was the natural end of our pact. Kaleisha foretold such tangling, and we allowed it."
It was amusing to hear that coming from a computational physicist of all people. Yet, he was certain that Kaleisha had bewitched my underwear. His mindset seemed content with my actions.
During dessert, things got more serious.
"You're fertile for only five days. And she mentioned that the magic works best on new things. I think you should take advantage of that."
"What exactly do you mean by that?"
"Well, maybe Khenan impregnated you. Or maybe he didn't. There are four more pairs of underwear left in that package. You should utilize them, if you can."
I was shocked by his nonchalant attitude. And it was unexpected for him to encourage another man to make me pregnant. But I guess what he actually desired was to father the child. He didn't care whose sperm ended up getting me pregnant.
I fell asleep contemplating the next four days.
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The following day, I treated my colleagues to lunch.
At the cashier, the waiter handed me the bill along with a restaurant card containing his phone number. I signed and kept the business card with the receipt. Then I flashed a smile at the attractive waiter as I gave him back the signed copy. He returned the favor by winking at me.
In the office, I sent him a text.
"Hello, I'm the Korean woman you previously winked at. Do you want to meet?"
I took an early leave to meet him before his evening shift.
It turned out to be the same woman at the check-in desk at the hotel. She didn't bat an eye seeing me again with a different guy just 24 hours after the initial encounter.
Miguel was still in his waiter's attire. He looked extremely handsome in it. He was even more attractive without it.
His abs were rock solid and his chest was nearly hairless. I guided him onto the bed and instructed him to take my clothes off.
He was 19 and still figuring out what he was capable of. However, his virility was just what I required. He released his semen multiple times before I climaxed. Once I started enjoying reproductive sex with a stranger, I gave myself over completely. It was remarkable how much sperm he produced when he came. And he came more than once.
I departed the hotel later than the previous day. I believe Miguel was late for his shift.
Ianto was mute when I came home. He thoroughly enjoyed seeing me leak his rivals' semen.
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The next day, I bumped into a friend from college. Védrine had a scholarship and used to play on the men's football team. Back then, I'd wanted to date him, but we couldn't connect due to the language barrier. Thankfully, his English proficiency was now impeccable, although he still had a slightly French accent. We arranged to meet "for coffee" later, and I invited him to the hotel bar.
The same woman greeted me at the reception desk. She remained oblivious to my frequent encounters with different men. Given it was Friday, I had no rush to get home early. I informed Ianto that I'd be home early the following morning.
Ianto had prepared waffle batter when I returned home. The tea was brewed, and I savored it as I told him about my experiences.
"Trust me, Sir Scientist. This magic is working exactly as we need it to. Now, you have only two more pairs of enchanted underwear left. Make sure you don't waste them."
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Going out on the prowl again was unusual. I donned a short, sexy dress accompanied by the fifth pair of enchanted underwear. I usually wore thongs with such dresses. However, Ianto insisted on me wearing the fifth pair.
Ianto allowed me ample space and held the bar. Meanwhile, I stayed on the dance floor, attracting numerous men eager to dance with me. I was thinking of Védrine when my dance partner pulled me close and we began French-kissing.
I guided him off the dance floor so we could continue kissing. Then, I whispered in his ear whether he was ready to leave and he wasn't required to ask twice.
I had booked a room at a hotel merely a few minutes away.
Lencho didn't mind my modest underwear at all. His interest lay in concealed treasures.
I was spellbound by what his boxer shorts concealed. I wasn't sure if I'd be able to contain it all but I'd promised Ianto, so I gave it my best shot. [sb1] [sb2] [sb3] [sb4] [sb5] [sb6] [sb7] [sb8] [sb9] [sb10] [sb11] [sb12] I didn't disappoint. Lencho certainly didn't. He didn't care about my unconventional undergarments. His crotch area was his main concern.
It was incredible how much semen he produced when he climaxed. And he managed to climax multiple times.
I departed the hotel later than the day before. Perhaps Lencho was late for his shift.
Ianto didn't utter a single word when I arrived home. He loved witnessing my fertile encounters with other men.
It was quite a snug fit, even snugger than with Khenan. But now, I was getting used to it, and I urged Lencho to push me harder. He made sure that he brought me to climax before filling me up. In fact, he did it three times before we went to sleep while he only impregnated me twice.
I had breakfast arranged for the next morning. I needed to make sure I enjoyed the pleasure of Lencho's company before going home to Ianto.
We had extra toast, marmalade, and tea. It seemed like Lencho had given his all the previous night and needed to recharge.
Then, we took a shower together before going back to bed.
I'd been getting used to sitting on the subway with my moist underwear and the just-fucked expression on my face. I was surprised at how many other women had the same look. That Sunday morning commute took us north.
Most of them looked like college students and got off before we reached East Finchley. But there was a woman in her mid-thirties who got off with me at Woodside Park. She was wearing a wedding ring. I winked at her as I climbed the stairs to the bridge, and she winked back.
"Are you certain?"
"I'm positive. I'm worn out, love."
"Well, let's hope its effectiveness has already kicked in. Maybe we can use those final pair for the next one."
I glared at him.
"No next one?"
"Let's discuss what we're going to eat tonight."
"Oh, sure. I found some nutritious options for pregnant women. Tonight, we'll have salmon, white beans, and creamed spinach."
I can't say for certain if the magical knickers truly worked, but I missed my next period. The doctor confirmed that I was pregnant.
Everyone was thrilled. My parents were a bit taken aback when I explained that Kiyana wouldn't resemble Ianto. Ianto's parents weren't surprised. They'd been married for 13 years before having him. We've never disclosed how.
I think that Kiyana has Miguel's eyes. But she clearly has Khenan's nose and Lencho's chin. And yes, that is rather unusual.
When Kiyana was born, we tried to go back to Kaleisha's flat. But that block of flats didn't exist. It had not been demolished for redevelopment. It had never been constructed. However, we still have the ad photo on Ianto's phone.
So, perhaps Kaleisha is a sorcerer and truly put a spell on those underpants.
This is the paraphrased text. Informal tone, simple language, and maintaining the same length. Kept the original formatting intact. No addition of personal messages. Purely paraphrased.
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