On the drive home I was absolutely numb. My head was spinning with visions of what had just happened. I had a knot in my stomach from the feelings of guilt, fear of being caught, and limitless desire to do it all again.
I couldn't go home, not yet anyway. I stopped in for a drink along the way. I needed to clear my head before seeing my wife.
The first one went down so well, I figured a second couldn't hurt. As I sat pondering the day's events I reached into my jacket pocket and found the panties she had given me. I had almost forgotten them. I then realized I had to get rid of them. How could I ever explain them if my wife found them? I'm not sure what Cathy had in mind but it was clear I couldn't play along. On the way back to my truck I regretfully tossed the bag into a trash can and headed home.
I poured myself another scotch as soon as I walked in and proceeded to see what my wife Patty was up to. I found her soaking in the tub in the master bath with a glass of wine. Only the candles she surrounded herself with lighted the room. Her eyes were closed and I realized she wasn't aware of my arrival. I paused to look at her. Her long blond hair was pulled up in a disheveled mound on top of her head so as to keep it dry. A few loose strands outlined her beautiful face. Her soft lips looked deliciously inviting, as did her long slender neck. The bubbles floating on top of the water blanketed most of her body but left one luscious nipple teasingly visible at the waterline.
I felt my passion for her welling up inside of me. Silently I backed away from the half open door. I sat on the edge of the bed sipping my scotch. I looked down at my swelling cock and wondered if there was any such thing as enough sex. I stood and removed all of my clothes.
I quietly returned to my previous vantagepoint. She appeared to be sleeping. Her clothes were in a pile next to the tub where she left them. I made my way into the bathroom to collect them careful not to disturb my sweet wife.
As I placed her clothes into the hamper I noticed her panties. My heart began to race and my breathing quickened. I wondered just how long it would take for this obsession to run its course.
I gently took her undergarment in my hand. It was a black thong; just plain cotton, no lace and she always looked so hot in it. I ran my fingertips up the length of my throbbing cock as I held the garment in my other hand.
As I fumbled with the thong I felt something drip into my hand. There in the palm of my hand was a pearl like drop of liquid. I turned her panties to better see the source of the moisture and discovered the crotch to be covered with a thick opaque fluid.