My name is Cliff I was a happily married with a wonderful, beautiful wife, Cindy. She is a few years younger than me about five foot five, one hundred and twenty pounds of feisty woman. Cindy was always the more dominant person in our marriage, sometimes to the point of being quite bossy but I loved her above all. Cindy was the higher income person in our relationship as well, I'm sure that didn't help. For the last couple of years I couldn't help but notice that our sex life was drifting away. I wrote it off as getting more mature but knew that it was more than that.
Recently I have developed a habit of wearing my wife's panties when I'm home alone, I have no idea why but I just like it. Occasionally I have even been known to where her panties to work then quickly change when I get home. Cindy never seemed to catch on partially because I 'm the one who does the laundry.
This one particular June day I was home while Cindy was at work, a perfect chance to try on the new bikini panties that she had recently purchased. I chose a nice pink pair and slid them up my legs and over my semi erect cock. I really liked the way that this pair fit, comfortable yet sexy. I spent the rest of the day parading around in my new found treasure.
Doing the housework and making dinner the day passed by much quicker than I hoped but I knew that I still had a couple of hours before Cindy would be home. I was so busy I didn't even hear the door open, all I heard was my wife saying what the fuck as she stood there staring at me doing my housework wearing only her new panties.
My heart sank to my feet, I knew I was fucked. I tried to explain but Cindy just told me to shut up and pushed me away calling me a fucking sissy. I went to our room and got dressed but too late the damage was done and Cindy was gone. I spent the rest of the day thinking about how I had screwed up our marriage, no one else was to blame it was all on my shoulders.
That evening I was surprised when Cindy walked back into our home. When I tried to greet her she just pushed by and called me sissy boy. She told me not to try to explain because there was no reasonable explanation. I couldn't argue with that. Then she went on to tell me that I had two choices. The first choice was that she was going to divorce my panty covered ass and take everything which I figured she would probably get or the second choice was that we would stay together but from this day forward I would do exactly what she told me to do no questions asked and no hesitation. I quickly accepted the second option but she cautioned me to think about it for a minute. I had to always do her bidding without question and she would do anything she wanted and I could not complain in any way. To break any one of these terms would mean instant divorce and getting my sorry ass kicked out with nothing but a pair of pink panties. I dropped my face into my hands and agreed to all of her terms.