Thanks to all who have read so far. While you can read this as a standalone story, portions will only make sense if you read at least Chapter 1 first to understand the dilemma Mike is in.
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The flight home to Colorado was long. I tried to nap, but my mind kept drifting back to Stacey's naked body. My thoughts were in turmoil, and it took everything in my power to not pull out the bag she had given me when I left to sniff her panties.
I landed in Colorado and called Sarah while I was waiting for my bags. She answered after a couple of rings.
"Hi hun!" she answered, her voice cheerful in my ear.
"Hi babe! I've landed and I'll be home in an hour or so." I replied, hoping she couldn't hear the guilt in my voice. I did love her, and the knowledge of what I'd done churned in my gut and I felt slightly nauseas.
"I've missed you! I'll have dinner on the table when you get home, I can't wait to see you!"
"Sounds great babe, I'll be home as quick as I can!". I hung up the phone and headed to the garage to get my car, dragging my suitcase behind me.
I reached my car and unlocked it, throwing my bag into the back seat. Sliding into the driver seat, I put my carry-on in the passenger seat and started the car, feeling the air conditioning blast out of the vents, soothing my sweaty face. Was the sweat from the humidity or my guilt? I wasn't sure. I glanced over at my carry-on. Unable to control myself, I reached over and pulled out the bag with Stacey's panties. Bringing it to my face, I opened it and slowly inhaled, reliving everything that had happened fly through my mind.
Shaking, I put her panties back in my carry-on, being sure to wrap the bag tightly to keep the aroma as intact as possible. I shifted into reverse, then started my drive home. I pulled up to the automated window and inserted my ticket, cringing as the charges popped up; $150 for 4 days! Thank god I'm on an expense account! I inserted my card, then grabbed my receipt as the gate rose and I headed home.
I arrived home about 45 minutes later. Shifting the car into park, I paused for a second, gathering myself together before opening the door and heading into the house.
Sarah was waiting at the front door. The family resemblance between her and Stacey was amazing. I had never really focused on that aspect before, and I felt delirious as I felt my conflicting emotions driving through my body.
Sarah was my love, and we'd been married for over 14 years. I watched her as she approached me and pulled me into an embrace.
"Hi hunny!" she squealed. "It's always so horrible when you're gone!"
"I've missed you too!" I exclaimed. "But you know I have to show my face at work every so often." Looking down at her, her face started to blend with Stacey's, and I started to get aroused. I slid my hands down, grabbing her ass in my hands.
Sarah laughed, and slapped my hands away. "Not now!" she giggled. "Dinner's ready!"
Sarah and I popped open a couple of bottles of wine, grabbed our dinner, and settled down in the living room on the sofa. It was Saturday evening, but the lack of sleep the prior night along with a day of traveling had me worn out and it wasn't long before I was ready to head upstairs to bed.
"I'm going to head up, I'm pretty tired." I informed Sarah.
Sarah looked a little disappointed but understood. "I'll be up in a bit; I want to finish this movie." She replied.
I headed upstairs and jumped in the shower, eager to wash the grime of travel off of me, and hopefully ease my head of the guilt I felt. As I lathered myself up, I paused as I washed my cock, an image of Stacey's face as she leaned back on the bathroom counter flashing through my mind.
Shaking my head, I finished rinsing off and climbed out of the shower, grabbing a towel and wiping myself dry. I padded across the bedroom and climbed into bed naked. Sarah had always worn something to bed when we were first dating, but over the years I'd "corrupted" her (in her words), and now we both always slept nude unless it was that time of month.
Climbing in, I pulled the blanket over me and settled in. It wasn't long before Sarah entered the bedroom, closing the door behind her. I watched as she pulled her shirt over her head, then reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. Her breasts were voluptuous, bigger than Stacey's and they sagged a little from the toll of gravity over the years, but they were still delectable. Next she pulled her pants and panties down and tossed them in the pile with her bra and shirt.
My eyes followed her as she made her way over to her makeup table and turned on the lighted mirror, bending over to study her face and preen, or whatever it is women do when they look at their face magnified to enormity.
Emotions overcame me as I looked at her pussy peeking out beneath her ass. Silently I reached over and pulled a bottle of Astroglide from the drawer of my nightstand and squirted a little in my hand. Rising quietly out of bed, I lathered my cock in the lube as I walked up behind her silently. Grabbing her hip with one hand, I aimed my cock with my other hand and slid myself into her. Sarah jumped a mile and jerked forward away from me, so I put my other hand on her other hip and pulled her back against me until I was buried completely inside her.
"What's gotten into you!" Sarah gasped.
I didn't say a word, but started pumping myself in and out of her, feeling the lube spread and her pussy start to relax around me. I could see her face in the mirror, her mouth open and her eyes closed as she rocked back and forth in time to my thrusts. Releasing her hips, I gave her ass a hard slap.
"Oh fuck!" Sarah exclaimed, leaning forward even further so her breasts were resting on the makeup table. Sarah whimpered as I pulled my hand back, slapping her ass hard again. Reaching up, I grabbed her shoulders to give myself more leverage as I fucked her harder than I probably ever had in my life.
"Oh my god oh my god" Sarah started to chant as I mercilessly drove myself into her. I could feel her pussy start to tighten as she approached her orgasm. Reaching down, I slid the tip of my thumb over her asshole, rubbing in a circle for just a few seconds. Feeling Sarah start to tremble, I slipped my thumb into her ass... and that pushed her over the edge.
"Fffuuuccckkkkkkkkkk!!" she cried out as her ass and pussy convulsed on my thumb and cock. Her whole body shook as I took a few more strokes then let myself loose, flooding her with cum as all the stress I'd built up over the last 24 hours focused itself into my orgasm.
I staggered back, sitting on the end of the bed. Sarah remained bent over the makeup table, shuddering as she recovered from her orgasm. I could see my cum slowly leaking from her pussy, and this turned me on. Not enough to reinvigorate me, as I'd had more orgasms in the past 24 hours than in the last couple of months.
Eventually Sarah pushed herself into a standing position, and on wobbly legs made her way over to the bed. I scooted back up to my spot and she climbed in next to me, curling up facing her side. I spooned up behind her.
"I love you!" I whispered in her ear.
"I love you too!" she whispered back. "What got into you? I love you, and I love making love to you, but you just FUCKED me!"
"Are you upset?" I asked.
"No..." she said hesitantly. "I enjoyed it! I was just surprised. It's been a long time since we had sex like that."
"I guess I just needed to show you that you're mine!" I responded, wrapping my arm around her waist as we both slowly drifted off to sleep, content and convinced that although I had strayed, I was back on track and would hold steady from here on out.
The next two weeks were a blur. Work was piling up with the release of a new product coming out, and Sarah and I had more sex than usual. Apparently either my dominating performance had flipped a switch in her, or she subconsciously picked up on what had happened and was marking her claim on me. Either way, I was burning the candle at both ends and committed to being faithful.
That didn't mean that I wouldn't surreptitiously pull the bag with Stacey's panties out of my desk periodically, and daydream about our weekend. The scent was starting to dissipate, and I clung to every last whiff of her femininity. I knew I had to dispose of them before they were found, but every time I tried, I'd convince myself to hold onto them "for just one more day."
Eventually, unfortunately, Stacey's scent was gone and although I was desperate to keep them, I knew the risk was too high and the panties would have to go. Carefully I wrapped them up with a bundle of other trash and brought it out to the waste barrel. Heading back up to my office, I shifted my attention back to my computer and focused on a presentation I was working on for a major meeting that was just over a week away.
