You may be wondering how I can let a simple thing like getting caught masturbating turn me in to such a submissive wimp. There is more to that story, let me give you some background.
This is not the first case of breaking my wife's trust...the first was much more serious.
My wife and I married in our early twenties. After we had been married a couple of years I had a short, very hot affair.
My wife knew about it for quite some time before she confronted me about it and when she did, she told me she wanted a divorce.
I begged her to stay with me and told her I would prove to her that I loved her. She finally agreed to drop the divorce issue but with the warning that any more infidelity and she would be gone from my life forever.
She knew that my affair with this other person was purely sexual. She also knew that it was highly based on a sort of Mistress/slave relationship. She had many emails of my communications with this person that described, in detail, commands from her that I should follow.
Nancy knew that BDSM, especially her dominating me, was a big fantasy of mine but anytime I would approach her about it she refused to discuss it.
Besides the fact that Nancy had again found me in what she considered a betrayal of her trust, there was no way I could afford her friend Vicki finding out about it.
As you may recall it was pictures of Vicki that I was looking at on the computer when Nancy caught me jerking off.
Vicki is a very sexual woman, about Nancy's age, that loves to flirt with me...and I love flirting back.
Vicki was recently divorced from a good friend of mine. While they were married we hung out quite alot together as couples and as a result I had many pictures of Vicki on our camera from parties, beach trips and many other occasions where we were all together.
Vicki is about 5'5", with dark features like Nancy. In fact they look alot like each other. Both with killer bodies, and a teasing demeanor.
As a result of this friendship, Vicki knows the wives of many of my friends and business associates. There was no way I could let her find out that I was looking at a slideshow of her on my computer, sitting with her panties on, and jerking off. It could destroy me socially and business wise.
I got her panties one day when she had asked us to feed her dog while she was out of town. I went in her laundry room to get the dog food and saw several pair of her panties laying out and I took a pair.
Her ex had told me about her wilder side...he never got into details but just said she was a little too kinky for his taste. As a result of that, and our continual, supposedly harmless, back and forth flirting, I fantasized about her often.
I thought that having a pair of her panties to use while I fantasized about her would add much more to my fantasy. Little did I know how much those panties were going to come back to haunt me.
I left the bar after Nancy left with the other guy.
I went home feeling confused, nervous, and dejected. I wasn't sure what she might do next.
The thoughts of what she might be doing with this other man was driving me crazy. I wanted to know where they were, what they were doing. I would soon find out.
At about 6:00 am Nancy finally came home. I was laying in bed but had been unable to sleep.
Her sexy outfit looked a bit rumpled and her hair was all out of place, but she still looked incredibly hot. Even in my state of jealousy I couldn't help but notice how beautiful she was.
She noticed I was awake and came over and sat on the bed beside me.
"Mike", she started, "you know you have hurt me again don't you?"
I nodded my head yes.
