Life Changes, Chapter 2

I just kept staring at the panties that were just like the ones my wife had worn for me last Valentine’s Day. They were in the hands of our neighbor Emily from across the street. She had found them when she caught her husband fucking a woman in their bedroom. She had only seen the woman from behind, but had just finished telling me what had happened in her home when she caught her husband fucking the woman. I had to think clearly about this. I had been married to my wife for seven years and there was no indication of this kind of activity. Was this the only pair of panties like that? Or was it a common item that was available in some local store? If so, what were the odds that a woman with the same pair would end up fucking the guy directly across the street from me? Was that why my wife was so fucking horny and without panties when she came home and asked me to fuck her hard and nastily? Was she really cheating on me?

I had a zillion questions and no answers, but I was determined to get some… just not from Emily.

“What’s the matter?” Emily asked me. Her eyes narrowed as if she knew what I was thinking. Or at least she had an idea that maybe it was my wife who was over here. “Do these look familiar to you?” she finally asked accusingly.

“No.”

“I don’t know what your wife looks like naked from behind, but if these were her panties and she was fucking my husband, you’d tell me right?”

Her tone was getting nasty. I figured I’d better at least try to get the upper hand until I found out what was going on, so I responded quickly and harshly. “Yes, I would tell you. My wife came home from shopping a long time ago, so it’s not her. Don’t even think such a thing!” That seemed to placate her a little and I knew I had to get out of there. “Well, I’m really sorry about what you found out about your husband, but I should get home.”

She had softened a little and was starting to look depressed. “Okay. Thanks for coming over. I just can’t get over the whole thing. Sorry to bring you into it.”
“That’s okay. Call me if you need anything.” I said as I moved quickly, but not too quickly towards the door. I wanted to ask her if she had family in the area or a close friend she could call, but I was afraid that it would start a new conversation and I needed to get home.

She let me go and stood there in the doorway watching me as I went home. I know because I turned to look back after I crossed the street. She was still standing there, looking very forlorn, her eyes staring at nothing. I was stricken by the fact that I may have just lied to her while she was in such a terrible state, but I had other more pressing things to deal with right now.

I threw open the door and rushed into the house. “Cindy! Where are you?!” I yelled as soon as I had closed the door.

“Right here!” she said as she came down the stairs from the second story. She was wearing her robe and her hair was wet. She had just finished a shower.

“I want you to do me a favor.” I said, firmly, but no longer yelling.

“What?” She eyed me suspiciously.

I didn’t want to give her too much time or room for evasion so I just said it straight out. “I want you to go up and get those red lace panties that you wore for Valentine’s Day and that say ‘It’s all yours’ on the front.”

She tried not to show it, but the recognition was there in her eyes. She had been caught. My pretty little wife was a cheating, home-wrecking, slut.

She finally answered me, but I already knew the truth by her hesitation and the way she looked at me. “I don’t know where they are, but I can go see if I can find them.”

“Don’t bother. I know where they are.” I said in a defeated manner.

“You do?” she asked me quietly, her eyes widening.

“Yes. I just saw Emily and Robert having a big fight and him driving away. I went over to make sure she was alright. She told me she had caught her husband in the act of fucking some woman. A woman who, in her hurry, left a pair of red lace panties with ‘It’s all yours’ stitched on the front.” I was continuing to get louder and madder and I could see her shoulders start to slump and sag. I had her now. “The pair that you wore for me on Valentine’s Day is now in the hands of Emily across the street. Now tell me why I shouldn’t kick your ass out right now!”

Cindy looked up at me. She was completely defeated. She said “It’s a long story about how it happened, and you have every right to kick me out.” She turned toward the stairs. “I’ll go get dressed and leave.”

What?! I was so angry I could strangle her. She was just going to leave? No fight? The way she said “long story” made me want to know more. What exactly happened and how did this come about? I had to know.

“Wait!”

She turned. Tears were rolling down her face and she wouldn’t look up at me. She just stood there, sobbing gently and waited. I was very angry, but I’ve loved this woman for most of my adult life and now I couldn’t just let it go at that. “Come down here. I want to know this long story.”

She trudged down the stairs like a lost waif. I was still angry, but I felt sorry for her. I was hoping that she was not just playing to my love for her; that she was really sickened by all this.

Finally, once she was sitting she started talking. The damn burst and the words spilled out, washing over me. I couldn’t even think to ask questions or anything until she was done.

She overheard a woman at work talk about doing it for her husband where she was his slave for the weekend. Over the next year she started surfing the net for people who did dom/sub for a short time so that she could understand how they did it. She claimed she was just curious at first. But soon she became enamored with trying it. There was something drawing her in; leading her to take whatever chances she had to take to try it. The hard part was how. She learned from the internet that there were more serious people who actually lived the lifestyle full time, but she didn’t want that. She just wanted a taste; a chance to test how she liked it; to push her limits and see what it was all about. Her main problem was how to introduce the idea into our relationship. Since we had an established relationship with how we treated each other, she wasn’t sure that would work and she claimed to have hinted at it with me, but that I didn’t seem interested. (I was completely unaware of these hints.) So next she searched and found a place on the net where people advertised for doms or subs for some temporary play. She had studied them for quite some time and had joined a site to find someone to “test” it with.