Robbie stood shaking with anxiety as he watched the big BMW disappear around the corner.
He shivered slightly as he closed the front door and slowly made his way to the bedroom.
Earlier, there in the bedroom he had watched his sexy wife preparing herself for her date, he had even begged her to really enjoy herself and not to worry about him as he would be waiting obediently for her to come home, well and truly satisfied.
"Oh God, what have I done." He muttered.
In his wildest dreams it had never crossed his mind that Lisa would be attracted to a black man.
Now, he had a few hours to contemplate just what this would mean to their marriage.
Just as before, he suffered badly as his overactive imagination kept producing extreme thoughts of what her new lover might be doing to his lovely wife Lisa.
Although he was suffering he was also highly aroused.
Perversely he slowly began to enjoy this mixture of pain and pleasure and the realisation of what it felt like to be a cuckold.
He remembered that Lisa had told him that he should wear the panties that she was wearing when she received her first fucking from Maurice.
He was supposed to wear them every time Lisa went on a date and although she had many dates with Maurice he did not know about them until he found the incriminating photos.
Slowly and deliberately, he removed his clothes until he stood naked in front of the big wall mirror which reflected his quite puny body and he was struck by how small his little penis looked.
Picking out the special knickers from his drawer he brought them to his nose and inhaled the still heady aroma and shuddered with emotion as he remembered her first sex encounter with the bastard Maurice.
For the first time, he slowly pulled the fine silk knickers up his legs until they snugly encased his little balls and penis.
He stroked the small mound and groaned as he had another vision of his lovely wife writhing in the arms of her black lover.
Distraught, he spent the next few hours suffering from stomach cramps and a feeling that things would never be the same again.
Why, why, why, did he insist that she should try to find someone who could satisfy her needs, why did she pick a black man?
Everyone knows that a black man usually has a big cock.
Is that what Lisa was thinking when she agreed to meet him for a date?
Would she become addicted to big black cock like some women he had heard of?
Time dragged by so slowly, he actually drifted in and out of a restless sleep.
Lying there on the bed in the darkness he was brought to his senses by the room being suddenly bathed in light, then just as suddenly back to darkness.
It could only be the light from a car's headlights as it turned at the gate,
Looking at his watch he was surprised to see that it was just after midnight.
Jumping from the bed he hastened to the window and watched excitedly as his beautiful wife stood at the gate kissing her new lover in full view of the other houses in the street.
Hopefully nobody would see her, thought Robbie.
As she walked towards the front door, Robbie, naked apart from his wife's panties, knelt down at the foot of the bed and awaited the entrance of his beautiful mistress.
Robbie watched the bedroom door opening and lightening the room and there she stood.
Glorious, fabulous, a vision of loveliness, smiling lovingly at him on his knees in submission, she seemed to float towards him.
He felt her hand on the back of his head and allowed her to pull his face to her crotch.
He was in heaven, he could hardly breathe but he could smell the sex through the silk of her wrap around skirt.
After a minute she stepped back and surveyed her submissive husband.
"Oh, Robbie, you're wearing my special panties, you remembered, how sweet."
Robbie, almost sobbing, began to kiss her feet, worshipping his sexy wife and desperately wanting to hear the juicy details of her exciting night out.
"Robbie, kneel up and remove my skirt."
He did as he was told and sliding his hands up the back of her legs, enjoying the feel of her nylon stockings, he eventually slid her skirt off.
Stepping back, Lisa posed sexily as her cuckold husband stared adoringly at the vision before him.
Then, he stuttered, "Lisa, your knickers, what's happened to them. They're all ripped and tattered, what's he done to you, are you alright?"
Giggling, Lisa replied, "Yes I'm alright sweetie, Alan ripped them so he could fuck me with them on. He likes his women to have their knickers on when he fucks them. He promised to buy me new ones, okay?"
"But they were my favourite knickers."
"Don't worry darling, I'll get another pair, after all, they were only a pair of knickers, alright? Would you like to take them off for me, please?"
Without speaking, Robbie removed what was left of his wife's shredded knickers; he gazed lovingly at her high heels as she lifted each one out of what was left of her ruined knickers.
"Sniff them sweetie, you like doing that, don't you?"
"Yes." He replied as he pressed the soaking remains to his nose.
He inhaled deeply the heady scent of recent sexual activity.
As he was doing this, Lisa poked her finger through the material of her ruined panties and pushed them in to his mouth.
"Chew them honey, pretend you're trying to wash them clean in your mouth.
That's it, keep chewing and don't take them out of your mouth until I say so. Now, climb onto the bed and I'll try to tell you all about my very exciting night."
Stripping off the rest of her clothes, Lisa began to tell her gagged husband all about what Alan had done to her and how much she had enjoyed it.
She made particular reference to the fact that Alan had the biggest cock she could imagine and that he certainly knew how to use it to please a girl.
She said that she had thought that Maurice had a big one but his was quite small compared to Alan's prodigious weapon.
She only thought that Maurice was big because she had only ever seen Robbie's little one.
She omitted to tell him of Alan's connection with BMW, just saying he was obviously a wealthy man.
While she was relating the juicy details of what they had done, she cleverly teased Robbie's little hard-on through the silk knickers he was dutifully wearing. He groaned and writhed in ecstasy.
Eventually, pushing him down the bed she said, "I want you to kiss me and lick me down there, do you understand, I want you to worship and adore me just like you said you would.
