It's been a year since I first peeked under the table at Tonyâs and saw my wifeâs cum soaked white silk panties. That event lead to a wild night of sex in which I performed oral sex on my wife after sheâd had sex with another man. As you may remember, if you read my original account of these events in âWhite Silkâ, at the end of the story I asked Cindy if she would like to tell your friend Carol what happened that night. Cindy said that she would like to tell Carol the story in detail. Then I told her that I wanted her to invite Carol over to the house that Saturday evening. I said, âTell her Iâm out of town or something. Take her up to our room and tell her the story.â
My plan was to hide in the closet and observe. I told Cindy to see if she could get Carol to masturbate as she listened to Cindyâs story like she did the last time when Cindy told her on the phone how she fucked Bill. I told Cindy that I hoped that you would encourage Carol to do this by perhaps by playing with yourself as she told her story.
Cindy agreed to do that and I could tell that she was excited by the idea.
True to her word Cindy did invite Carol over that Saturday evening.
It was raining that evening and you could see lightning storms passing through the mountains to the west. I was watching natureâs light show from our bedroom window when I heard the doorbell. I waited only long enough to be sure it was Carol at the door then, as quietly as I could I got into the hiding place I had prepared in the bedroom closet.
There is no way I would have been able to see out of the closet with the doors closed so I had to devise a scheme that would allow me to keep the closet door open so I could watch and not be seen. I was pretty proud of what I came up with. I removed one door from the closet and set it against the wall. I told Cindy that if Carol asked about the door to just tell her the hinge was broken and I hadnât fix it yet. I got a large cardboard wardrobe box, the kind movers pack clothes in, from the attic. The box stood about five feet tall. I cut the box with a dry wall knife and removed the back and one side. I placed the remaining two sides of the box in the closet so that the front of the box would be visible through the opening left by the missing door. The adjacent side of the box was against the wall inside the closet. I folded down the flaps on top of the box and taped them together so they wouldnât move. Then I placed a stack of towels on top. From the bedroom it just looked like a box being stored in the closet.
When I heard Carol come into the house I got into the closet through the remaining door and closed it behind me and got down on the floor and crept behind the box. In the front of the box there was a hand hole used to carry the box. By looking out through that hole I could watch what went on in the bedroom without being seen.
My heart was pounding as I heard Cindy and Carol coming up the stairs. I heard Carol ask, âCome on. Whatâs this all about? When you called you said you had something interesting to tell me. Give girl.â
Cindy said, âJust be patient. Letâs get comfortable and have a drink and Iâll tell you all about it.â
âBut why do we have to come up to your bedroom?â
I thought, âOopsâ! I hadnât considered the possibility of Carol asking that question. But I should have. Of course she would be at least a little curious about Cindy bringing her up to our bedroom to tell talk to her. I worried about how Cindy would handle it.
Cindy said, âI think your going to want to get real comfortable while you listen to what I have to tell you.â
When they walked into the room Carol looked directly at me, or at least it looked like she did. Even though I was sure she couldnât see me I ducked down quickly and sat as quietly as I could and listened. Carol didnât give any indication that she had seen me, but I stayed low for a minute more just to be sure.
When I dared to peek out again Cindy was pouring two glasses of wine from a bottle she had in an ice bucket. If Carol wondered why Cindy had a chilled bottle of wine in the bedroom she didnât let on.
Cindy handed a glass to Carol and said, âMake yourself comfortable.â
In our bedroom we have a sitting area with a love seat and a winged back chair. The chair and love seat face each other. From my position in the closet I had a good view of both the chair and the love seat.
Carol sat down on the love seat. Then she said, âYou said I should get comfortable so I will.â Then she kicked off her shoes and lifted her feet onto the love seat and rested her head on the armrest. As Carol swung her legs onto the chair I got a quick, but very nice peek up her skirt. It was enough of a peek that I was able to see that she was wearing black panties. I felt my cock move inside my pants. I could feel the sexual tension building in the hope that I might see much more of Carolâs panties before the night was over. Cindy sat down in the chair facing Carol.
For the next few minutes Cindy and Carol sipped their wine and talked about what they had done during the day. Finally Carol said, âOkay already. Tell me what you brought me up her to tell me.â
Cindy started, âRemember when we lost that bet at the bridge party and the payoff was that I had to go out and get laid?â
âOf course I remember that. We went to that bar in Denver and you fucked that guy named Bill and told me all about it on the phone the next morning. Is that what this is about? Did you do him again?â
âThatâs not exactly what this is about but thatâs where the story begins. Guess who else was in the bar that night?â
âI have no idea. Who was there?â
âGeorge.â
âYouâre shittin me. Did he see you?â
Cindy said, âWell in a way he did.â
Carol asked, âWhat do you mean?â
Cindy explained to Carol about how I was able to see under the table and how I had watched them from below. She told Carol how I had seen the panties she was wearing and noticed that the crotch was soaked with semen when she came back to the table after Bill had done her in the van.
Carol said, âHe was watching? If he saw all of that why didnât he confront you right then and there?â
âAt the time he didnât know it was me. All George could see was the lower halves of our bodies. Specifically our legs, thighs and our panties under the table.â
âYou mean he was looking up my skirt too?â
âYes. Does that bother you?â
âActually no. It probably should, but it kind of excites me a little.â
Cindy said, âI think everything excites you a little.â
âYouâre probably right. Anyway, tell me the rest.â
Cindy said, âWell, when I got home I planned to take a shower but George got home before I finished undressing so I tossed my dirty panties in the laundry hamper and quickly got into bed and pretended to be asleep. Apparently when George went into the bathroom he happened to look in the hamper and saw my panties. He thought they looked like the ones he had seen under the table earlier so he picked them up. Thatâs when he noticed that my panties were wet from Billâs semen. George smelled it right away and knew what it was and what it meant.â
âOh my God. What did he do?â
âRight then he did nothing. He didnât mention it. The next morning when I was telling you all of the gory details of my adventures with Bill, George was listening in on the phone extension in his workshop. I thought he had already left for work or I never would have said anything on the phone.â
âSo he heard you telling me how you fucked Bill in the car and then how you went to his hotel room and fucked him again?â
âYes. He heard everything.â
âHe must have gone ballistic.â
âI donât know what he was feeling. He still didnât say a word to me. I never had any idea he knew about what happened until Thursday night. What happened was that Bill called me Monday night and asked me if I would like to meet him at the same bar on Thursday night. I told him there was no way I could do that shouldnât have called me. He apologized for calling but then told me that if I changed my mind he would be there Thursday night.
âBecause of what George already knew about my activities he was listening in on his shop phone again, and heard my conversation with Bill. But he still didnât say anything to me about it.â
Carol said, âHow did you find all of this out? That George watched us at the bar and that he found your wet panties and that he had listened in on your phone conversations?â
Cindy said, âThis is where the story gets really interesting. The next day, after Bill called, George asked me if I would like to go out for a sexual adventure Thursday night. I told him I would love to and asked him what he had in mind but he wouldnât tell me anything.
âOn Thursday night Bill chose the clothes he wanted me to where and to my surprise he had laid out the same clothes I wore the night I had sex with Bill. I didnât say anything but I felt very uneasy about it. I wondered if maybe he knew something, but then I thought, âHow could he.â I tried to convince myself that it was just a coincidence. There was no way he could have known.
âGeorge decided as we were leaving the house to take my van instead of his car. We drove into Denver and George pulled into the parking lot next to the bar you and I went to that night. For a minute I was sure he knew but them we didnât go into the bar. George walked me around to the back of the building to a door that had a sign that read Tonyâs.
We went in and George guided us directly to a booth along what I thought was the back wall.
âWe had a bottle of wine and a nice dinner. After dinner George pulled the drapes on the wall aside and showed me that we had a view under a table that was on a floor above us. George told me to keep looking under the table and he got up and left the room.
Less than a minute later I saw a manâs legs appear under the table. It looked like the guy had a napkin between his legs for a moment then the man got up and left the table. Suddenly George was next to me again.