Chapter 1
He stood there, mouth open, frozen in the realization that what he was looking at had enormous implications. He was naked with his towel in his hand after taking a rejuvenating hot shower. His eyes could not leave the tiny, filmy fabric lying there in the clothes hamper. His beloved wife’s new pink thong lay there, right on top of the rest of the clothes.
He blinked. It didn’t work; the panties were still there.
Was that really what he thought it was? It looked like a thick, creamy goo. Part of it had soaked into the part of her underwear that covered her sweet, precious opening. Did women secrete stuff like that? He knew they didn’t, but he was hoping against hope that he could find an answer besides his worst fears. He was more than willing to grasp at straws right now. Anything but that.
God, there was a lot of it.
He reached down, hand shaking, and extended one finger. God, it was still wet. Not the least bit crusty or dried. God. It had to be just before she left work. How long had she been home anyway? He could not remember. His mind was reeling.
It was lying there, with the crotch panel fully visible, like it was waiting for him to open the hamper and discover it. Discover the panties with all their wetness and profound implications. They seemed to be lying there, screaming at him:
“Look at me! Look at me, you silly, trusting man! Look at me and all my goo! Guess what this stuff is? Guess where we came from? Look at us, full of his goo!”
He touched the still-soggy fabric again. His finger traced the edge of the crotch panel, thinking deeply about what this meant to them. His beautiful, sexy, beloved wife We’ve only been married for five years; oh god, I have to get her an anniversary present, he thought crazily as his eyes were riveted to the messy wetness lying there. He brought the silky, sexy panties to his nose. No question about it, he realized. Definitely cum. Definitely the ones he bought her last month in hopes of pleasing her, too. Part of a set, he remembered. Yes, there was the sheer bra that had been a part of the perfect sexy, erotic lingerie set. Holding the panties in one hand, he dropped his towel and picked up the thin, flimsy bra. Bringing it to his nose, he could smell her perfume and also the distinct fresh musk of a man’s cum. Looking at the full, lush cups that had held her firm, proud globes, he could see the forming stains left from the presence of some other male’s liquids.
Or could it have been his?
Had they made love last night? He involuntarily shook his head because there was no question; they had not made love in over a week, maybe longer, he realized. With a sinking sensation, he realized he could not remember the last time they had made love.
The very thought of making love to her caused his cock to twitch and begin to fill with his love for her. Besides, he realized there was way too much cum in her panties and bra to have been his. My god, he never produced even a tenth of what was trapped there on the thin, lace-framed fabric. And this was just what had drained out; there was probably a lot still left inside her. ‘Oh GOD! Baby, what have you done?’ His mind fumed in bitter, uncertain pain.
He realized he had both her bra and panties pressed against his face, oblivious to the copious cum that was transferring onto his skin.
“Do you make a habit of smelling the crotch of my panties, honey?” He turned to look at his beloved wife just as he realized his hardening cock was beginning to pulse. His face flushed in shame at his involuntary response to his discovery, but his heart felt like it had broken into a thousand pieces.
The tears running from his eyes were wetting the sheer fabric he held in his hands, held against his tear-stained cheeks. His eyes sought hers, but his tongue could not speak. His lower lip trembled, just like his cock was trembling. He vaguely realized it was so hard that it was aching.
She gracefully moved the two steps between them and put her hand on his. Slowly, she pulled it away from his wet cheeks. Her lips came gliding in slow motion toward his, and she kissed him, pressing her tongue against his lips until he allowed her lingual entrance into his mouth. The scent of sperm emanated from her mouth as she breathed so close to his flaring nostrils. She was breathing harder than she normally did. Her tongue caressed his tongue, his gums, and his teeth. She lingered there for a long time, working her magic inside his mouth. She pulled away for a brief instant, just long enough to say, “I love you, baby, more than you will ever know.”
Her hand found his rampant need, and she began to stroke it with her fingertips.
Reaching up to his hand again, she took her soiled underwear from his hand and lowered it to his cock shaft, wrapping the soil around his shaft and beginning to stroke it up and down him. He could feel the cool wetness that had been congealing there.
She passed the wet fabric under his ball sac and then back up the too-rigid pain of his cock. She continued to kiss his mouth with all of the softness he desperately wanted to feel and receive from her. He needed to feel her love and her desire for him to heal his pain and close the ragged holes in his heart.
The honesty of her kiss, as she coated his sexual organs with the cum of what could only be her lover, was more than he could take. His hips began to move back and forth, thrusting his rigid shaft in and out of her encircling hand.
They both felt his approaching orgasm, his shame at his humiliation, and his desperate need to feel her absorb his cumming. She pulled away from his mouth and looked down at his thrusting cock.
Her eyes were bright and steely as she panted. Yes, baby, good baby! Cum right on my wet panties, baby. Good boy! Yes, mark your territory right here in your wife’s hands.
Good boy, cum on top of the wetness there, honey. Yes! Go! CUM!!” His hips were furiously fucking her hand now, and there was no way he could stop. She watched his face as he blushed bright red at losing self-control and succumbing to her lewd coaxing. God, what was she talking about, ‘Marking his territory?’ Was she not his? Why not in her body? That was where he belonged. His reeling mind refocused his imagination, remembering being inside her. Within seconds, he began to spew his maleness onto her soft, soaked panties, held there under his cock head as she yanked up and down on his out-of-control spasming cock. He spewed powerfully—more powerfully than he could remember ever before. As he slowed, she closed her hand again around his cock shaft, stroking the renewed sogginess up and down him, milking the last of his sperm from his shaft onto the silky fabric, smiling up at him, and watching his eyes intently as his shame overcame him and he turned from her.
She guided him to their marital bed and helped him lie down. She gently covered him, kissing him as a mother tenderly kisses her son goodnight after a big game. He was asleep in seconds.
