I just kept staring at the panties that were just like the ones my wife had worn for me last Valentine's Day. They were in the hands of our neighbor Emily from across the street. She had found them when she caught her husband fucking a woman in their bedroom. She had only seen the woman from behind, but had just finished telling me what had happened in her home when she caught her husband fucking the woman. I had to think clearly about this. I had been married to my wife for seven years and there was no indication of this kind of activity. Was this the only pair of panties like that? Or was it a common item that was available in some local store? If so, what were the odds that a woman with the same pair would end up fucking the guy directly across the street from me? Was that why my wife was so fucking horny and without panties when she came home and asked me to fuck her hard and nastily? Was she really cheating on me?
I had a zillion questions and no answers, but I was determined to get some... just not from Emily.
"What's the matter?" Emily asked me. Her eyes narrowed as if she knew what I was thinking. Or at least she had an idea that maybe it was my wife who was over here. "Do these look familiar to you?" she finally asked accusingly.
"No."
"I don't know what your wife looks like naked from behind, but if these were her panties and she was fucking my husband, you'd tell me right?"
Her tone was getting nasty. I figured I'd better at least try to get the upper hand until I found out what was going on, so I responded quickly and harshly. "Yes, I would tell you. My wife came home from shopping a long time ago, so it's not her. Don't even think such a thing!" That seemed to placate her a little and I knew I had to get out of there. "Well, I'm really sorry about what you found out about your husband, but I should get home."
She had softened a little and was starting to look depressed. "Okay. Thanks for coming over. I just can't get over the whole thing. Sorry to bring you into it." "That's okay. Call me if you need anything." I said as I moved quickly, but not too quickly towards the door. I wanted to ask her if she had family in the area or a close friend she could call, but I was afraid that it would start a new conversation and I needed to get home.
She let me go and stood there in the doorway watching me as I went home. I know because I turned to look back after I crossed the street. She was still standing there, looking very forlorn, her eyes staring at nothing. I was stricken by the fact that I may have just lied to her while she was in such a terrible state, but I had other more pressing things to deal with right now.
I threw open the door and rushed into the house. "Cindy! Where are you?!" I yelled as soon as I had closed the door.
"Right here!" she said as she came down the stairs from the second story. She was wearing her robe and her hair was wet. She had just finished a shower.
"I want you to do me a favor." I said, firmly, but no longer yelling.
"What?" She eyed me suspiciously.
I didn't want to give her too much time or room for evasion so I just said it straight out. "I want you to go up and get those red lace panties that you wore for Valentine's Day and that say 'It's all yours' on the front."
She tried not to show it, but the recognition was there in her eyes. She had been caught. My pretty little wife was a cheating, home-wrecking, slut.
She finally answered me, but I already knew the truth by her hesitation and the way she looked at me. "I don't know where they are, but I can go see if I can find them."
"Don't bother. I know where they are." I said in a defeated manner.
"You do?" she asked me quietly, her eyes widening.
"Yes. I just saw Emily and Robert having a big fight and him driving away. I went over to make sure she was alright. She told me she had caught her husband in the act of fucking some woman. A woman who, in her hurry, left a pair of red lace panties with 'It's all yours' stitched on the front." I was continuing to get louder and madder and I could see her shoulders start to slump and sag. I had her now. "The pair that you wore for me on Valentine's Day is now in the hands of Emily across the street. Now tell me why I shouldn't kick your ass out right now!"
Cindy looked up at me. She was completely defeated. She said "It's a long story about how it happened, and you have every right to kick me out." She turned toward the stairs. "I'll go get dressed and leave."
What?! I was so angry I could strangle her. She was just going to leave? No fight? The way she said "long story" made me want to know more. What exactly happened and how did this come about? I had to know.
"Wait!"
She turned. Tears were rolling down her face and she wouldn't look up at me. She just stood there, sobbing gently and waited. I was very angry, but I've loved this woman for most of my adult life and now I couldn't just let it go at that. "Come down here. I want to know this long story."
She trudged down the stairs like a lost waif. I was still angry, but I felt sorry for her. I was hoping that she was not just playing to my love for her; that she was really sickened by all this.
Finally, once she was sitting she started talking. The damn burst and the words spilled out, washing over me. I couldn't even think to ask questions or anything until she was done.
She overheard a woman at work talk about doing it for her husband where she was his slave for the weekend. Over the next year she started surfing the net for people who did dom/sub for a short time so that she could understand how they did it. She claimed she was just curious at first. But soon she became enamored with trying it. There was something drawing her in; leading her to take whatever chances she had to take to try it. The hard part was how. She learned from the internet that there were more serious people who actually lived the lifestyle full time, but she didn't want that. She just wanted a taste; a chance to test how she liked it; to push her limits and see what it was all about. Her main problem was how to introduce the idea into our relationship. Since we had an established relationship with how we treated each other, she wasn't sure that would work and she claimed to have hinted at it with me, but that I didn't seem interested. (I was completely unaware of these hints.) So next she searched and found a place on the net where people advertised for doms or subs for some temporary play. She had studied them for quite some time and had joined a site to find someone to "test" it with. She was very nervous about it, but after finding there was someone in our town, she was tempted. She exchanged emails with him over about three months, until finally submitting (so to speak) to his request to get together and do it. The most coincidental thing was that the guy turned out to be Robert, right across the street. They met the first time for lunch in order to set the ground rules and the first time they had decided to "play" had been today. It turned out that all he wanted to do was fuck her and as soon as they started and he had told her to undress he put her on all fours and started in. It had only been about 2 minutes before Emily came through the door. She was completely humiliated, scared, and horny as hell; hence her desire to get fucked as soon as she walked in the door here at home.
By the time she was done, she had stopped crying a little and I was still stunned. I was stunned at both the story and at her description. The logic did not make sense to me, but it must have to her because she appeared to be pouring her heart out and there was no hesitation or appearance of trying to moderate the story.
She had been looking down the entire time until she stopped. She looked up at me to see my reaction. I was unable to say anything immediately. I just stared. She erupted into tears again, placing her head in her hands and sobbing heavily. The only words that came out now were "Oh, my God!" in amongst the sobs. I was hurting for her. I was furious with her and wanted to toss her out, but at the same time I wanted to take her in my arms and comfort her. I was confused by my conflicting feelings, but then I figured that if we were going to get on with our lives, separately or together, we had better stop the crying and come to a resolution. Wait! Did I just think about a life together still? Could I actually forgive her this kind of transgression?
She finally stood up; shoulders slumped, head down and started for the stairs. I couldn't face seeing her like that, so I stepped forward and wrapped my arms around her to try to provide some comfort and at least get her calmed enough to face the rest of the day. She flinched. Maybe she thought I was going to take out my anger on her right there. When she realized I was trying to hug her, she plastered herself to me and kept sobbing, throwing in "I'm so sorry!" every minute or so.
I just stood there and held her; 110 pounds of sobbing, quivering flesh. I was going over in my mind all the things that had happened and where I really wanted this to go. End it? Continue it? I was so conflicted, but I could not see myself without her. The fabric of our lives were so interwoven that I wasn't sure I could identify myself without her.
Finally, I pushed her back away from me and lifted her chin up so that our eyes met. I tried to calm and steady my voice. I took out as much of the anger and recrimination as possible. "Look. Just go upstairs and take a hot bath and we'll talk about this after we are more rational."
The small ray of hope in her eyes, or maybe it was just thankfulness that I was not yelling and screaming any more, was all I needed to know. She was still in love with me. She was just obsessed with this idea. I had heard that many people today were obsessed with internet porn to the detriment of their entire lives. Some ideas, they just couldn't get out of their heads. So if I was going to have any type of relationship with her that meant dealing with her obsession.
She headed upstairs to do what I had suggested and I was left alone with my thoughts. I never remembered any hints about developing a little dominate/submissive relationship with her. I knew this because I kind of liked the idea, but would never have done it without her and I had not planned on bringing it up. It was one of those things that I had determined would be one of those lifelong unfulfilled fantasies. But maybe things could change. Could we change our relationship like that? Did people who did this kind of thing start it at the beginning of their relationship, or did it develop and grow slowly? I didn't know for sure, but I was thinking of a way to arrange for her to have her submissive fantasy come true, and maybe push her a little outside of her comfort zone. That would either cement the idea in her that she loved the submission, or get her over it.
I went upstairs after a while and she was just getting out of the tub. I looked at her beautiful slim body, and decided what I was going to do.
I walked slowly over to her while she wrapped the towel around her and stared at her. She started to cower a little and I stopped. I reached out, took her hand and pulled her into an embrace. I hugged her and she hugged me back... hard. I leaned down and whispered in her ear. "Okay, my little slut, you will not get dressed for the rest of the day. You will remain naked at all times. Now finish drying off, go lay face down on the bed, and prepare for your punishment."
She stiffened a little, but said "Yes, sir." I realized how much I loved the sound of that and how much it meant to me this morning during our passionate fuck in the kitchen. I was going to push her and see if she really wanted it and if I did, too.
I walked up to the bed and sat down. My wife was lying there face down, naked, scared, and completely at my mercy. I was already enjoying it. I could see that she was trembling slightly. I didn't know if that was because she was cold from being naked with wet hair, or in anticipation of what was to come. I reached out and placed my hand on her ass. She flinched a little. It was so smooth and gorgeous. I loved her ass. It was probably her best physical asset.
