I turned the corner onto our street with a mixture of anticipation and dread churning my stomach. As I pulled into the driveway she didn't meet me at the door the way that she often does. I unlocked the door and met my son as he came running out to meet me. 'Hello' my wife called from the back of the house. I stumbled from the kitchen and down the hall to our bedroom. From the doorway I could see her standing in front of the mirror wearing only her tiny black panties. The line of the thong disappearing into her ass. She turned to face me, and I could see her pubic hair through the see-through front.
She grabbed her housedress from the bed and slipped it on. It was from an expensive lingerie store and never meant to be worn outside. She spun and asked me how she looked. As she did, the short dress lifted exposing her pantied bottom and everything else. 'Great' I said. Even without a bra she filled the top nicely exposing a pleasant burst of cleavage. 'I'm so nervous.' She said. 'You don't have to do this.' I reminded her. 'I want to' She answered. I went to make our son dinner as she put her make-up on.
It had all started a few months prior. During a long revealing conversation I told her that when I fantasized it was usually about her with other men. After a while she confessed that it made her think and eventually fantasize about other men. Several long conversations that eventually ended in great sex later here we were.
I was drawing the bath for my son when he came to pick her up. A whiff of her perfume drifted into the bathroom as she walked up the hall to answer. 'I'm off, if you could stay in the office after ten just in case, that would be great.' There was an exchange of pleasantries and the sound of the door followed by a car leaving. I must admit, I put my son to bed early. Once he was down I paced the house nervously.
I watched some porno, while imagining all the situations she could be in. I masturbated and got a snack. The clock ticked it's way to nine o'clock. I wondered what she could be doing right then. He was a friend of a friend from work. I wondered who else knew. I imagined the looks she must be getting, here I was at home a dark spot of precome on the front of my sweatpants while my half-naked wife was out on the town. I started to jerk off again then gave up and retreated into the office. Time crawled by. I started writing a draft for this very story. I didn't dare go on-line in case she called. Finally at eleven fifteen they pulled in the driveway. I heard her key slide into the lock. She whispered to someone to get her a lemonade and something for himself. Her soft footsteps padded down the hall. I jumped away from the door and grabbed a book way too late to have been reading.