Not really sure what category this belongs in, but here goes. A husband discovers his wife's affair, as her lover's daughter tempts him. It's fiction, you don't need to expound on the evils of infidelity. If that's not to your liking, why bother reading further?
The party was in full swing at my wife's boss's house, there was a pig being barbequed in the back yard, the bars were well stocked, and the pool was packed.
My wife, Alice, and I had arrived early, as she was his right hand "man" and a great party planner. She had set the whole thing up, from catering to decorations. As soon as we had arrived, she had disappeared, so I relaxed by the pool by myself. I dozed off, and was awakened by the sound of several young women laughing in the pool near my lounge.
The crowd had arrived, and I made my way to the nearest tiki bar. I was standing in line for a cocktail, in front of a group of junior employees and their dates, when their conversation caught my attention.
"Who's the milf in the white bikini?" one of the girls asked.
"She's Jack's able-bodied assistant," replied a young man.
"You got that able-bodied part right!" piped in another. They all laughed, and I followed their gazes to the balcony over the patio. My wife stood with her back, and her fine bikini-clad ass, to the railing, sharing a laugh with the boss. As she playfully slapped Jack's shoulder, the second guy laughed, "and I guess the second part too. Man, being the big boss has it's benefits!"
"Yeah, for sure," replied his friend. "Lots of time 'assisting' behind closed doors for those two."
"Really?" asked another young woman. "That kind of thing still goes on?"
"What can I say? Consenting adults!" the guy responded.
I was about to say something to spoil their little gossip fantasy, about how Alice was happily married, and they just happened to be an excellent team, but just then Jack reached to my wife, brushing her hair off of her shoulder. It was a simple gesture, but struck me as fairly intimate, and unexpected. In light of the conversation ahead of me, I had my first twinge of doubt about my wife's years-long relationship with Jack.
It worsened significantly when one of the girls piped in. "I was called up to sub as Jack's secretary last month, and I heard some pretty convincing moaning coming from his office. When Alice left, you know how she's always so perfectly put together? Well, not so much. Hair down, lipstick kind of smeared, and her skirt was, like, twisted at her waist. I wish I could have meetings like that!"
"No way!" exclaimed another woman. "Isn't she married?"
"You know it."
"Here's the best part," she lowered her voice, "I was neatening up his office after he left, and I found a pair of panties under the desk. They were, like, soaked."
"Um, you picked them up?" one of the girls asked, in a kind of accusing tone.
"Uh, well... yeah.." Now her discomfort was obvious to everybody.
"What did you do with them?" one of the guys asked, looking totally amazed.
The girl blushed crimson, and obviously didn't want to reply, but they wormed it out of her. "Well, they were really, really nice. Really hot, white lace and super silky."
"Oh my god! You kept them?"
"Well, I washed them!" she blurted, as though that justified wearing another woman's panties.
"I'll bet you gave them a nice sniff before you washed them, didn't you?" her girlfriend teased. She was unable to reply, and now jaws dropped.
"Holy shit! That's the hottest thing I've ever heard," one of the guys stated. "I think I just came in my pants."
"That is insanely fucking hot. Tell us how she smelled!" another pleaded.
They were piling on now, but in fascination. "Please tell me you're wearing them right now!" said the first man. "Please!"
When she stammered, the other girl quickly reached over and lifted the back of her skirt. They, all got a peek and ooohed. I got my own glimpse as well. Her sweet young ass was gorgeous, and filled the subject sheer panties perfectly. They were seriously a very sexy pair of panties. They were also an exact match with a pair which I had bought last year from a very expensive lingerie shop in Toronto as a Christmas present for my wife.
I returned my attention to my wife, noting how comfortable she looked with Jack. After a few seconds she turned towards the crowd, caught my eye and waved. Jack followed her look and waved as well. I gave a quick wave and turned to the bar. Behind me, I could sense the surprise in the group, and hear whispering, as well as a giggle or two. I knew what was being said. "That's gotta be her husband! Do you think he heard us?"
I ordered two doubles and wandered away. What the fuck? I never had even a bit of suspicion! Was my wife fucking her boss? Had they been having an affair all these years? How could I have not noticed?
As I drained the cocktails, I tried to convince myself that it was just gossip and coincidence. I needed to believe that.
After my drinks were finished, I decided that I needed to find my wife. I wasn't really sure what I was going to say or do, I just needed to see her.
I entered the house, and began to look around. The place was packed, but no sign of the two workmates. After searching the downstairs, I tentatively climbed the stairs, afraid of what I might find.
Remembering the balcony, I headed to the master bedroom door. It was locked. A locked bedroom? That's odd, oh shit. I bent to listen, but heard nothing. I felt slightly relieved, and turned to leave but as I turned I was startled to find a young lady standing behind me, arms crossed.
"What are you doing up here?" she demanded.
I took her in, late teens, jeans skirt, tank top, ponytail. Then I recognized her. It was Jack's daughter, Tina. She had to be 19 or 20 now. I hadn't seen her in 5 years.
"Hey Tina, just looking for a bathroom. The downstairs have a big wait."
She looked at me closely. "Mike, right? Alice's husband? You weren't looking for her in Dad's bedroom, were you?"
"Of course not! Just need to use a bathroom."
She hesitated, looking into my eyes, seemingly searching for something. She shook the doorknob herself as if to verify. "Ok, follow me, you can use mine."
With no reason to decline, I headed down the hall behind her. I couldn't help but notice her sweet little ass cheeks hanging out of her short skirt. Tina was all grown up.
She turned into her bedroom, and I followed. It was a mess! Clothes all over her floor, on her bed and dresser. Drawers open and piled with clothes. Tina pointed to the open bathroom. Backing up, she hopped onto her bed, her legs bouncing up and apart. My eyes were drawn to her upper thighs, the contours leading under the skirt, a strip of puffy pink showing where her pussy filled her panties.
Tina quickly closed her legs, a little wicked smile on her pretty lips. "In there," she pointed.
I turned and walked into the bathroom. It was also a mess. I turned to close the door, but Tina called out. "Sorry, Mike, door's busted." I turned towards her, but she was hidden around the corner. Oh well, guess I could piss with her in earshot.
I approached the toilet, unzipping my fly. Next to it was her hamper, overflowing with dirty clothes. Atop the whole mess, my god, was a pair of striped panties. The were all rolled up, as they had been peeled from her sweet young ass, and a streak of dark yellow stained the white crotch panel.
I was fascinated, but resisted the urge to investigate, hell she was right in the next room! But on the toilet tank was another pair. This one pink, and in the same condition. As I aimed my cock and tried to piss, despite my concentration, I began to harden. Before I could start, it was too late, the excitement had cut off any hope. I desperately tried to distract myself from my situation. Those pink panties so close, the hot teen on her bed behind me... But my cock fed off of those facts, and the faint scent of her perfume in the air was no help. I was fully erect.
How do I disguise the fact that I can't piss?
"Having a little trouble in there?" she teased from around the corner.
"Uh, just a little stage fright, I guess."
Suddenly her voice wasn't so faint, "Need a hand with anything?"
I looked over my shoulder, and she was peeking around the door frame.
"Uh, no thanks, I'll get it there in a minute!" My voice sounded panicked, because I was.
When I turned back around, I suddenly realized that the bathroom had several mirrors. I could see her plainly by reflection, and she could see me. She could see me and my cock. My rock-hard cock. Fuck!
Smiling at my predicament, Tina tiptoed into the bathroom. I froze, terrified.
"Let's see what the problem is," she began. "Hmm." She reached my side and peered down at my hands covering most of my erection. "Guess it's kinda hard to pee with that thing so excited, huh? And what got you so hard, Mr. Mike?" She pressed her little breasts to my upper arm and rose on her toes to whisper in my ear. "Hmm, are you thinking about me? Me and my sweet little pussy? Sitting on my bed, right there in the next room?"
She glanced down, seeing the panties on the tank, then her eyes swept down to the hamper. "Oh my, could it have something to do with these nasty things?" Tina reached down and picked the thong from the hamper, then the panties from the toilet. "Did you get a whiff of something you like, maybe?" She dramatically brought them to her nose and her face wrinkled up as she smelled her natural lure. "Yuck, so nasty! Here, smell!"
Next thing I knew she had placed the panties over my lower face. Embarrassed though I was, I couldn't resist taking a quick sample, and it was electrifying. My hands left my cock, and I held her hand to my face as I took a deeper breath. My cock bobbed below, and she quickly noticed. "Oh my god! Look at your cock! You'll never be able to pee now!"
The little teen removed the heavenly garments from my face, and I tried futilely to cover my cock with my hands. It was slippery with pre-cum. Tina took a step back and took it all in. She crossed her arms, a pensive look on her pretty face. A pair of panties dangled from each hand.
