Surprise in the underwear drawer
**Peter**
It was the extra pair of underwear that first had me thinking that something in our relationship had left the highway and was heading for the soft dirt that would derail our trust in each other. It was not the sexy panties in my wife's drawers but the black briefs in mine. I might not be the most observant of husbands or the most aware of the latest fashions but I tend to always buy the same brand and style. Black with absolutely no brand name, if there is a brand I ignore it, I am not a billboard and I have no-one to impress on a first date. My wife and kids do not buy the usual socks and jocks for Christmas, birthdays or Fathers day either. So when I find a pair of black underpants with 'Calvin Klein' on the elastic it got me thinking.
I sat on it for a few days, I had thrown the offending object in the outside bin. They were the same size as mine so that ruled out they being my 12 year old sons. We had no recent overnight visitors and we do not go to the laundromat so they could not have been accidentally dropped in our washing. It was a mystery to me.
I should take a few minutes to introduce myself: I am Peter Jones from Albury NSW Australia. Married to Margerite Jones (nee Smith). We have 2 kids 12 year old Jimmy and 10 year old Nancy. No issues in the relationship that I know about, at least till now. I work at the Albury Airport as a maintenance manager for the aircraft that are based here, both commercial and private planes are serviced by our company. Albury NSW has a sister city across the Murray river known as Wodonga. The Murray is the border between New South Wales (NSW) and Victoria (Vic) so Wodonga is in Vic. Occasionally we are referred to at the Twin Cities of Albury/Wodonga. Margerite works at the local Kmart department store casually a few days a week. There is no need for her to work but she enjoys getting out of the house.
**Margerite**
I am so sick of that manager trying to make a pass at me, I wish I had the confidence to go to HR and file a harassment complaint against him but one of the HR ladies is a close friend of his and I am worried about the fallout. It is a relatively small town and there are not that many jobs for someone with my lack of skills. I have been a housewife and mother most of my life. If I could not get out of the house and meet up with the few girl friends I have at work I would be bored stiff. The kids are school all day and there is little to do for me at home.
The one distraction was the surprise arrival of Roy. One day I was sitting at the Botanic Gardens having lunch by myself when he walked up behind me and sat down. He reminded me a little of my Peter except he had a confidence never shown by my husband. I mean I love Peter and he is a great provider and exceptional husband and father. But Roy, well Roy just exuded confidence and charm. He also wore this aftershave that my husband would never wear. He just sat with me that day and told me that I was so sexy and that he wanted to make love to me all day long. How long had it been since Peter had told me that? Roy touched my leg running up towards my thigh before whispering in my ear that we would meet again soon. I just about came from that and I felt my panties soaking. I needed to buy some new ones at work before I could focus on the afternoon shift. I never evened finished my sandwich.
**Peter**
Anyway three days after my unfortunate find I decided to do a little snooping and I found that one of our travel suitcases was not empty. It contained several sets of clothes I was not familiar with, including more of the 'Calvin Klein' undies. WTF? None of the clothes were my style either they appeared to be flashy nightclub clothes and not at all the conservative clothes I wear. I was at a loss on what was happening. I cannot afford a PI and I am not technical enough to do an investigation myself. I cannot even ask my friends to help me, what would they think? I bet they will think I am some kind of wimp or cuck for not being able to satisfy my own wife. Margerite is always home at night and she does not work nights so how would she have time to have an affair? This is going to kill me.
**Roy**
Margerite is such a sweetheart, I bet her husband does not satisfy her emotional or sexual needs. I need to fix that for her. I am looking forward to watching her orgasm on my enormous cock.
**Margerite**
Friday; It has been three days since I last saw Roy. I wondered if I imaged the whole thing? Was it some kind of waking dream or possibly a bored housewife's over active imagination.
I sat in the same seat when I smelled the aftershave, I think it was Hugo Boss. I was afraid to turn around and felt the gentle caress on my cheek, that deep commanding voice left me speechless and full of desire for him. I hoped he would tell me to follow him. Instead he said
"Meet me tonight at the Stagecoach Motel, room 5, and wear this." He handed me a brown packet. He disappeared before I could turn around. Again my panties were most.
"What will I tell my husband?"
"You are a smart lady, you will know what to say."
Later that afternoon Peter called me to say he has to stay late at work because one of the planes needed an emergency repair. I wondered why a manager was needed for that but decided not to argue the point. I started to tell him about the late invitation to a girls night out but he said goodbye and hung up. I organised the next door girl to babysit.
I was nervous when I drove to the motel and made sure to park my car so it could not be seen from the street. I did not have to knock as he opened the door and I slinked inside. He took my coat and hung it on the back of the door. A chilled bottle of Champagne was awaiting for us, I normally do not drink much so this is a special treat I wondered if the rest of the night was as unusual as the beginning.
I sipped the bubbly drink as Roy kissed the back of my neck and started to unzip my dress. He exposed the lingerie he handed me earlier, his gasp made it worthwhile and I felt so wanted desired.
**Roy**
My little angel looked like the dream I have been having for the last month, ever since I saw her at the Kmart. I watched her from afar before I gained the courage to approach her.
There she stood before me in next to nothing and my felt my blood pressure rise. My pants constricted my erection and I wanted to take them off but I did not want to let go of the object of my desire. I kissed her neck again and turned her around to face her so I could kiss her lips. She tasted like honey soaked in red wine, soft lips like marshmallows and I was in heaven.
Margerite started to unbutton my shirt and ran her hands through my chest hair. I trembled all over. Her hands moved down towards my belt and I felt her soft hair as she unbuckled and unzipped me. Her soft gentle hands caressed my manhood and I struggled to contain my excitement.
**Margerite**
Roy was so masculine and commanding, I felt so safe even though I never had done anything like this before. I knelt before him and nuzzled his penis I licked the head and took it into my mouth. I had never done this for my husband. Why was I doing it now? I was not embarrassed and it excited me more than I expected. Roy's hands roamed across my body and he tweaked my now rock hard nipples. He lifted me up and placed me on the bed before moving his face between my legs, I felt his tongue in my most intimate place. The thin fabric protected me but only for a short time when he removed the panties. His tongue now encountered my clit directly and I orgasmed like I had never done before with my husband. I called my lovers name in high passion.
**Roy**
She called me Peter, why did she call me Peter? I stopped my attack on her private area. I decided to step up my game by rolling her over and using my phallus to penetrate her. She came again and again, I whispered
"What's my name?"
Her response was immediate
"Roy, Roy, Fuck me Roy, Fuck me hard." I acquiesced, I acquiesced hard.
