"Rise and shine sleepyhead," Amy watched as her husband slowly broke from his slumber. "It's already eight and the mall is open in an hour."
"What do you mean the mall," Mike mumbled. "I don't go to the mall and I have a softball game at one."
Amy smiled and walked around the bed, gently rubbing his bottom through the pair of white lace panties she made him wear the previous night.
"This morning you go to the mall," Amy rubbed each cheek gently, reaching her hands under he panties to feel his smooth bottom.
She wasn't going to stop. She had thought about it overnight. Had she done too much? Somehow it wasn't him that mattered anymore, it was only her. He had broken their vow, she didn't. She wasn't the one who was cheating on their anniversary, he was.
No, she wasn't going to let him off the hook.
"After last night," Amy moved up to running her fingers through his hair, "you're going to need a really good shower before we shop. I'll let you get dolled up."
Amy wandered away with her coffee and waited.
What was she doing? She had no plan. This wasn't at all what she intended but something inside of her kept it moving forward, but what?
"Honey," Mike suddenly appeared before her, his brown hair still dripping slightly, "I guess I'm ready."
Amy looked at him. Somehow the way he looked had changed to her. Once a strong, powerful, physical force in her life, when she looked at him now he had become something different.
"Did you put on some clean panties," Amy grinned.
"I thought that was," Mike let his words trail off.
Amy felt torn. Was it just last night or was it a paradigm shift in their relationship?
"No honey," Amy shook her head forcefully, "go change, I'll help you find something."
Amy basked in the look on his face, the humiliation pouring from his pretty blue eyes. Something had changed in her too. She felt stronger. Where he was losing his ability to say no, she was learning hers. She was growing out of her meek self and it was making her drunk with power and lust.
"Here, I have a pretty pink pair that will work," Amy tossed a pair of bikini underwear across the room and watched as he began taking off his pants and boxer briefs.
"Do I have," Mike looked at her but she shook her head yes before he could finish.
She could see the torture on his face and somehow she knew this was only the beginning. Something inside of her was telling her that she needed this all along. This was about more than infidelity, it was about her needs and desires, but were they his desires too? Why was he letting it happen?
"Just knowing you're wearing those panties," Amy moved in and hugged him, "gets me so excited."
She pressed her lips to his and immediately felt a jolt against her belly, it was exciting him too. She pressed a hand against his back, another against his bottom and pulled him close to her, pressing her tongue deep into his accepting mouth.
His body felt wonderful against her, the strength of her grasps surprised her. She let her tongue burrow deeper and deeper into his mouth, exploring it as his body submitted to her advance. She knew he was hers. How far would he go?
"I'll drive," Amy wiped her lips off and slowly released her arms.
Mike didn't like it when she drove, and she knew it. He'd sit there and tell her about every car in the vicinity all the while grasping at the dashboard or the handle of the door, but this trip he was uncommonly subdued.
"It's over here," Amy held his hand and guided him through hundreds of cars to a small mall entrance.
Amy felt her stomach quiver.
She wondered how she could be doing this on one hand and felt the churn of her lust on the other.
"Nice to see you again Amy," a petite, very young brunette smiled from behind a large pile of underwear. "Can I get you a room?"
Amy barely made eye contact with clerk, her eyes were to intent on watching her husbands humiliation. She could see it, the slouched shoulders, the fear in his voice, his ashen face when she said yes.
The clerk led them down a long dimly lit corridor to a row of dressing rooms and stopped at the first one.
"Here you go," she opened the door revealing a walls full of mirrors. "Did you want to pick something things you'll like?"
"A size larger," Amy clutched Mike's hand, "I'm feeling a little, heavy."
"By the way, I'm Tina," the clerk smiled and held her hand out to Mike.
"Mike," he mumbled, "Nice to meet you."
Amy watched him as she walked away and closed the door. Was he as scared as she was, or more? The thought of watching him try on different panties in this room full of mirrors was sending electricity through her whole body.
"Honey," Mike whispered as if he was being overheard, "about last night, I'm sorry I was late but it isn't what you think."
It wasn't about last night for her anymore. It was about something else. His cheating had uncovered a part of her she didn't know she had. A powerful, independent part, it was about that now.
"It's okay," Amy rubbed his shoulder reassuringly, "today is a new day."
Just then the door opened up and Tina came in with a big handful of panties.
"I brought your regular size too," Tina smiled and closed the door, "just in case you're being paranoid about your weight. I think it's so sexy buying underwear with your husband."
