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Author's Name: Lee Anne Montgomery ([email protected])
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Chapter Two - My Jealous Wife
Carla had said that Debbie seemed upset? I wondered what in the world could
possibly be wrong? Anxiety set in. I didn't look forward to going home. I
couldn't think what I could have done to make my wife mad. Surely she
couldn't be angry with me for not being at work when she called at the last
minute for a lunch date. Could she? Our relationship had been so strained
lately that I was deeply concerned. Finally, I decided I was probably over
analyzing the situation. I should just go home.
I packed my briefcase and headed out thinking, 'What a day!' My mind
wandered back to Regina Rae's vivid and excruciatingly long-winded account
of her first sexual encounter with Chad Spencer. I then began thinking of
what sex with a woman like Regina Rae would be like. As I contemplated the
idea I realized I was getting an erection. As I passed through the lobby of
the building in which I worked, I decided to take Carla's advice. She
rarely steered me wrong. I stopped for roses in the gift shop.
I walked in the front door and called out for Debbie. Her voice responded
from the kitchen. "In here!"
Entering the kitchen I saw Debbie standing at the sink, her back to me. I
don't know whether I was feeling horny from Regina Rae's earlier dirty
talk, or what, but when I saw Debbie standing there in her tight gym shorts
and spaghetti strap tank top I immediately thought about how hot she
looked. Such action would be so out of character for me that if I did what
I wanted to do, Debbie would think I'd lost my mind. But the thought that
crossed my mind as I admired in her tight ass was to tear her clothes off
and make love to her right there at the kitchen sink.
Walking up behind her I put one arm around her waist as I held the roses in
front of her with the other. I was hoping for a different response than the
one she gave me. She was stiff and cold. She moved away from me and looked
at the roses contemptuously. "What are they for?" she asked.
Her chilly demeanor and reaction to my simple gesture of love shook me.
'What in the world was bothering her?' I thought. Though confused by her
response, I plowed forward. I answered, "Not 'What are they for?'" I
stated. "Who are they for? They're for you sweet girl," trying to be as
cheery and pleasant as possible.
"Oh? And what is the occasion?" she coolly questioned me.
I couldn't remember when Debbie had been so cold toward me. Granted, things
hadn't been wonderful lately. Still, I could not imagine what was causing
her to act this angry.
"Er," I stammered for the right words. "No special reason honey. Just
because I love you. Carla told me you called for lunch today and I was
sorry that I missed you. I thought I'd do something nice. Why? Is something
bothering you Debbie?" I asked, knowing full well that something was most
definitely bothering her.
"Nothing. Nothing at all," she replied flatly and unconvincingly. "And what
did you do for lunch today?" she questioned me.
'What was this about?' I thought. 'She never gives me the third degree like
this.' Looking back on it, I probably should have just told the truth. I
mean, I did nothing wrong by having lunch with Regina Rae. After all, she
was a client. An important one to my career at that! But for some reason I
wasn't feeling like Debbie would understand if I told her who I went to
lunch with, so I stupidly lied and told her I'd gone to the gym at lunch.
Debbie froze. She stopped washing the potatoes she was scrubbing, turned,
looked at me as if I had just stabbed her in the chest and asked with a
dark and cold stare, "The gym? Really? The gym? That's interesting Lee,
because I decided to go to the gym today also. I thought it would be fun to
work out with you and I remembered that you said that's what you planned to
do today. But on the way to the gym guess what I saw?"
I began to say that I couldn't guess but she cut me off, saying, "No!
Don't! I don't want to hear any more lies. Let me just tell you what I saw.
I passed by 'The Foghorn' saw you sitting at a table in their front window
laughing and drinking wine with a very attractive woman?" The look Debbie
gave me was like none other look I'd seen before. I was thankful, however,
that looks really couldn't kill.
I was stunned. Completely rocked back on my heels. I quickly realized how
bad the whole thing must look to Debbie. Here I have come home from work
with roses. For no particular reason, I tell her. And now, I get caught
lying about having lunch with another woman. What was Debbie supposed to
think?
I quickly tried to recover. "Look hon, I'm sorry I lied," deciding that the
direct approach was the only way to go. "I don't even know why I did. That
woman was only a client. That's all. Nothing happened. It was a working
lunch. I just didn't...."
"A client!" she interrupted. "A client!" she yelled. She was boiling over
with anger. "Is that what you do with clients? Eat lunch and get drunk at
fancy restaurants during work?"
"We weren't drunk...." I tried to explain. But she wasn't hearing it. She
just yelled, "Oh stop it Lee! Stop it! I told you already. I don't want to
hear any more lies from you tonight." She started bawling uncontrollably
and ran from the kitchen. The next sound I heard was our bedroom door
slamming closed.
I stood there stunned. Stunned and dumbfounded. I had no idea what to do.
Debbie and I had never fought like this during our entire married life. I
walked into the den and collapsed on the couch. The room felt like it was
spinning out of control. This could not be happening. I'd done nothing
wrong. Debbie just had to let me explain. Surely she would be able to
understand if she would only listen. But I knew that wasn't going to happen
any time soon. I decided to let her cool off and then try again later.
I let an hour pass and then went upstairs to our bedroom and slowly opened
the door. Debbie was curled up, lying on the bed with her back to me. I sat
on the edge of the bed and placed my left hand on her shoulder. She felt
cool and soft to my touch. She didn't stir though. I quietly asked if she
was awake and received no response. "Debbie? Please honey," I begged.
"Won't you please give me a chance to explain what happened? Why I lied to
you?" Nothing.
I sat next to her quietly for a while, softly rubbing her shoulder,
watching her breathe. I was pretty sure that she was awake. My wife was a
beautiful woman. She kept herself fit through aerobics and running. She was
five and a half feet tall and quite well proportioned. I wouldn't describe
Debbie as skinny. But she definitely was not fat or chunky either. To me,
she was perfect. She had a full and firm butt. Sit-ups every day kept her
abs tight. And her breasts were what I would describe as 'pert'. You know.
They had no sag in them. They stood out on her chest even without support
from a bra. And they were by no means tiny. I'd say they were at least a C
cup. And she had the most gorgeous thick, auburn hair, with a tinge of red
throughout, like a beautiful chestnut mare. 'How could she think I would
ever trade her for any other woman?'
"Debbie" I whispered. "Honey? Will you please just listen to me for a few
minutes? Let me explain." Lying still, she said softly, but with a
reluctant tone. "Okay. I'll listen. But don't stop rubbing my shoulders.
That feels nice."
'Whew! What a relief!' She seemed to be softening a bit. Now, to explain.
I went through the entire story about how Regina Rae's father was our
firm's biggest client and how he personally selected me to handle his
daughter's divorce case. Debbie actually remembered all of the hoopla
surrounding Regina Rae's and Chad's courtship and marriage since she liked
watching sports with me. I explained to her how Regina Rae insisted on
going to lunch that day to discuss her case and how I tried to decline, but
that she simply would not hear it. I emphasized that there was absolutely
nothing going on between us and that I would never want to be with another
woman. I also tried to explain to her the importance of Regina Rae's case
to my career at the firm and that I had to make certain that she was a
happy client.
When I'd finished explaining, Debbie was silent. I continued to rub her
shoulders and back as instructed, waiting for some response, hoping she
would forgive me for lying. Finally, she rolled over and looked up at me. I
noticed that her tits were very erect, pushing against her nylon tank top.
Debbie's nipples always became erect when she sexually aroused. With an
almost impassive expression in her eyes, and without warning, she asked me,
"Which of your clients did you have dinner with last night Lee?" I nearly
choked. Debbie was typically uninterested in my work. I must have looked
very guilty, because even though I knew I was innocent, I sure felt guilty.
Yet I dared not risk another lie. "Regina Rae," I answered as matter of
factly as I could.
Debbie gazed absently at me and I could see her mental gears turning.
Finally, after an interminable silence, she spoke. "Lee," she stated. "I
believe you. I really do. But I have to tell you - I am concerned. I think
this Regina Rae woman has something besides work on her mind. I have an
uncomfortably bad feeling about her. Do you really have to spend so much
time dining out with her just to help her get divorced? Why can't you
simply meet with her in your office? You don't go out this with other
clients."
Relieved that she seemed to believe me, I tried to think how I could
explain Regina Rae. She was not like my typical business clients. She was
high maintenance. "Well, obviously I would prefer if we did not have to go
out," I began, carefully feeling my way through the minefield of Debbie's
questions. "But she is such a strong-willed person. She is stubbornly
insistent. I find it difficult to absolutely refuse her without insulting
her by implying that she is coming on to me."
"Is she?" Debbie probed. "Coming on to you?"
"No! Of course not!" I quickly countered. 'Damn! That didn't come out
right.'
"You know, she is quite striking Lee. You aren't attracted to her? Are
you?"
"Absolutely not Debbie!" I exasperatedly replied. The conversation was
getting extremely uncomfortable again. 'If she believed me,' I thought,
'Why was Debbie asking me all of these questions about Regina Rae?'
"Look," I said, trying to clarify. "She is simply the daughter of a very
important client of our firm. And she is a client herself. That's it! There
is nothing else to it and you don't need to concern yourself with her
Debbie." I knew my tone sounded revealed my own impatience with Debbie's
interrogation.
"Okay! Okay! Relax Lee," she exclaimed. "I told you that I believed you.
But please understand that women have senses about certain things. You're a
man. You don't understand women the way that I do. And I am concerned about
this woman, even if you're truly convinced she has no ulterior motives. I
can't believe you're really that na?ve. You see, I watched the two of you
at lunch today for quite awhile from a bench in the park across the street.
I saw the way she looked at you. I fear that she wants you. And don't
forget that she is going through a divorce. She might have certain, uhm,
needs that she wants fulfilled, whether or not you want to fulfill them. I
just want you to be careful. And please don't be upset with me for being
concerned honey. You're my husband and I love you. Okay? Now come here and
give us a kiss."
She pulled my face toward hers and our lips met in a soft kiss. Debbie slid
her tongue inside of my mouth and so began one of the most sensuous kisses
Debbie and I had ever shared. She moaned peacefully as we kissed and I
could feel my cock stirring in my trousers. Her lips were moist and velvety
soft. She probed deep within my mouth with her slick tongue. A momentary
flash of Regina Rae's description of the first night she sucked and fucked
Chad crossed my mind. Debbie grabbed my wrist and placed my right hand over
her soft, hairy pussy, bringing me back to the present. Her womanhood was
soaking wet she was so aroused.
Taking her cue, I slid my fingers inside of her and slowly rubbed them in
and out of her slit. She moaned and groaned as she pushed her sweet vagina
against my fingers, urging me to delve deeper within her silky hole. Her
love juices were flowing freely from within her. She was wetter than I had
ever felt her. Her cunt lips were puffed and swollen with excitement. As I
massaged her clit, Debbie was reaching down and fumbling madly to unbuckle
my pants. I helped her remove them and then my boxers.
Seizing the moment, I then quickly took off my shirt and pulled Debbie
close to me. I liked the way her exercise shirt felt against my skin. Her
distended nipples rubbed against my naked chest through the nylon. I
pinched one of her titties between my fingers as I continued to probe
deeper within her flooding snatch. She continued kissing me frantically,
almost fucking my mouth with her tongue. I couldn't remember Debbie being
aggressive in bed. "Fuck me Lee," she moaned lustfully. "You turned me on
so much the way you were rubbing me tonight. I want you inside of me."
Obeying her command, I rolled her onto her back and mounted her in my usual
way. Her pink, engorged pussy was glistening from the moisture of her
juices. She was clearly ready! My cock had grown from its' soft length of
five inches to nearly nine inches. I realized how horny I was from the
repeated unsatisfied erections I'd had throughout the day. I drove my dick
deep within Debbie's hungry cunt. I thought again of Regina Rae's
description of her first time fucking Chad.
Debbie's eyes closed tight as she took me inside of her. I slowly moved my
rock hard rod partially in and out of her love box. Her wet flesh felt like
velvet around my cock. My meat was enveloped within her loveliness. I
stroked my dick in and out of her viscous membrane. As we fucked Debbie
began bucking her pelvis up toward me, forcing me deeper within her than
I'd ever probed. Soon, Debbie was rocking like a wild bronco and I was
holding on for the ride of our married life.
It may have been missionary style, but Debbie rarely fucked me the way she
was fucking me tonight. In fact, it occurred to me that I usually fucked
her, rather than the other way around. But, at this particular moment, she
was definitely fucking me. Feeling her arch her pussy toward my pelvis as I
impaled her felt amazing. Unfortunately, the exquisite ride didn't last
long. My pent up sexual frustration at the hands of Regina Rae led me to
release my load inside of her within a few brief minutes. I felt my cock
pulse about five times and then a huge load of cum was fired inside of my
beautiful wife's nest.
As quickly as it began, our lovemaking was over. I had become so self
absorbed in how Debbie was fucking me that I couldn't tell whether she
orgasmed. I didn't think that she had. On the other hand, I was never sure
that she climaxed during sex. I collapsed upon her chest, feeling her still
firm breasts and excited tits pressing against mine. Without warning she
pushed me off of her and to her side, giving an exasperated sigh as she
looked at me with a frustrated expression.
"What?" I asked in wonderment.
"Was it good for you Lee?" she inquired with a teasing smirk on her face.
"Yes! It was," I replied excitedly. "In fact, it was incredible Debbie! You
were on fire like I've never seen you."
"Yes. I was. Unfortunately, I still am honey. It ended a little too soon
for me," she admitted.
"I'm...I'm sorry," I said, embarrassed that I had not satisfied her. "Maybe
we can try again in a little while?" I suggested, trying to make amends.
"Would that be alright?" Debbie's aggressiveness was confusing me. She
seemed genuinely displeased. Not merely disappointed.
"Sure," she responded, without conviction. "We'll do that," she added with
a sad look in her eye. "I guess you're going to go to sleep now?" she
asked, and before the last word was out of her mouth I must have already
been gone. I don't remember anything else until I awoke the next morning.
What can I say? I'm a man. Debbie lay beside me, peacefully sleeping,
wearing only her tank top. She was so beautiful. I wished I'd done more for
her the night before.
I showered, shaved and walked into the bedroom to get dressed. Debbie
usually slept in until after I left for work. Today, however, she was lying
in bed, awake and watching me when I walked out of the bathroom.
"Lee?" she said groggily.
"Yes dear?" I replied.
"When do you have to meet with Regina Rae again?"
'Damn!' I thought. 'Was she not going to let this go?' I thought we'd
worked everything out last night. "I'm not sure really," I said. "She was
supposed to call Carla and set up another appointment for later this week.
I'm not sure if she called yet. Please don't worry about her Debbie. I
promise you that I'm not attracted to her." Damn! There I went lying
again.
"I know," she said. "And please believe me when I say that I trust you Lee.
But I can't help my concerns. What if she seduces you? What if you can't
resist her guile?"
I tried to laugh her off. "Listen to me hon - I can resist her. I'm a
professional. Plus, I love you madly and wouldn't do anything to hurt you.
I promise. Alright?"
"Okay. But I have an idea that would make me feel a lot better, if you'd be
willing to do it. Would you?" she asked sweetly.
"Debbie," I stated, exasperated at her persistence, "I'll do anything you
ask if it will make you feel better about the situation, even though there
is nothing to be concerned about. I'll do anything to reassure you. What is
it that you want me to do? Anything!"
"Really?! Oh Lee! Thank you," she gushed. "But I have to warn you. This is
a bit unusual. But if you would do this one little thing for me I know that
I would feel so much better."
"Shoot," I answered, uncomfortable, but prepared to appease her in any way
that I could. "What is it?"
"Well, how about if,..." and she hesitated a moment before continuing. "How
about if, instead of wearing your boxers today, you wore a pair of my
panties?"
"What?!!" I exploded in disbelief. "You want me to wear your panties?!! Are
you crazy?!!!"
Debbie looked crushed. I realized I should not have responded so violently.
But what kind of idea was that? It was absurd! Did she really think that I
would wear her panties? Besides, I couldn't imagine what possible purpose
it would serve?
"I'm sorry," she pouted. "I thought you said you'd do anything?" I
immediately regretted the strength of my promise.
"I know" I whined. "But panties? Why? How in the world would me wearing
panties make you feel better about me representing Regina Rae?"
"Well, I was thinking about it. What if Regina Rae keeps coming on to you?
I know you love me and I do trust you. But, after all, you are a man. And
you have to admit that she is a very attractive woman. What if she catches
you in a moment of weakness and you think about having sex with her?"
"Debbie!" I interrupted her. "That is not going to happen," I insisted.
"I've told you over and over. And besides, even if it did, how would me
wearing your panties help?"
"Lee!" she said, nonplussed. "Think about it honey. If you're wearing my
panties, how likely is it that you're going to take off your clothes in
front of another woman? I wouldn't have to worry at all. What kind of sissy
would you look like to Regina Rae? Don't you see? It's the perfect
protection for me. Please Lee?" she begged.
Considering what she'd said, I had to admit her twisted logic was
compelling. If Regina Rae were able to tempt me, I wouldn't be able to
carry through knowing that I'd doing so would mean Regina Rae seeing me
wearing women's panties. I'd never let that happen, no matter how horny I
got. I wondered if it would be noticeable through my trousers though. After
all, I'd often checked out women's panty lines through their slacks and
shorts.
Replying cautiously I said, "Yeah. I guess I do see where you're coming
from hon. But don't you think people would be able to tell that I was
wearing panties? You know. Like panty lines?" I asked, revealing my concern
to her.
"I wouldn't worry about that Lee. Your trousers are much too baggy to show
panty lines. No one would know except you and me. It will be our little
secret," she insisted conspiratorially.
I thought about it for a few seconds, and could think of no way out. I
relented. 'What harm could it be,' I thought. "Well. Alright then," I
caved. "I guess if it would make you feel more secure while I'm handling
this case for her. But when the case is over, I go back to my regular
underwear," I insisted.
"Oh Lee! Thank you so much!" she exclaimed as she jumped up from the bed.
Her full, firm breasts were bouncing freely within her tank top. She gave
me a huge hug and a kiss on the cheek. "You are an absolute dream! I love
you! Let me get you a pair to wear to work today just in case she comes
in!"
She ran to her dressing room and I heard her rummaging around in her panty
drawer. I couldn't believe I had agreed to do this. I was having serious
second thoughts. But I guessed it really wasn't too big of a deal. If it
made Debbie feel better I would do it. She was already thrilled to the
point of being overly excited. In a few minutes she returned to the room
dangling from the tip of her finger a pair of pink, hi-leg panties made of
slinky nylon and with a wide lace waistband and small rows of lace around
the leg openings. "Here! See how these fit lover boy," she teased.
"Er....Debbie. Are those the only ones you have?" I asked. "Don't you have
any that are not so....so....so sexy looking? I mean, pink? Lace? Are you
serious that you want me to wear those?"
"Gosh Lee. I'm sorry that the style doesn't suit you," she mocked me. "I
didn't realize you were so picky about the panties you wore. Just a moment
ago you were crying about wearing them at all. Unfortunately, these are the
only clean panties in my drawer. The rest are in the laundry. Besides, you
and I are the only ones who are going to see you wear them. Right? So what
possible difference can it make what color or style they are?"
I couldn't think of a good answer to her question. I felt sick that I'd
agreed to her ridiculous request. "I suppose," I conceded, feeling a
complete loss of control of the situation. "Oh.... All right! Let me have
them," I said, defeated, as she handed the panties to me.
They were very soft to the touch. I was totally embarrassed. Debbie stood
there watching as I examined the sexy panties. Was that a stirring in my
loins that I was feeling? I stepped into the panties - first one leg, and
then the other. I pulled them up past my thighs and adjusted them around my
waist. The soft stretchy nylon slid comfortably around my bottom. I had the
most unbelievable sensation as the cool, nylon material nestled against my
cock and balls. It couldn't be! I looked down in panic and could not
believe my eyes as my cock began to swell inside of the panties. When I
looked at Debbie she was holding her hand in front of her mouth and
grinning, trying to suppress her amusement at my predicament.
Giggling, she exclaimed, "It looks like you are really enjoying your first
experience in lingerie hon!" as she began laughing uncontrollably. I turned
beet red. "I have to admit that you look quite sexy honey," she went on.
"And the...ah...side effect is a pleasant sight as well. Are you sure you
have to go to work right away? I was a bit unsatisfied last night as you
may recall. Do you have time this morning sexy boy? Just a quickie?"
I was so embarrassed that I didn't know what to do. I just wanted finish
dressing and get out of there. I couldn't believe Debbie was making such
fun of me. "No!" I whined. "I really need to get going. And this isn't that
funny! I'm wearing them for you after all!" Frustrated with the entire
situation, I turned and walked to my closet to get dressed.
Debbie continued to snicker, as I got dressed. "Oh honey! Relax! I'm only
kidding around," she called to me from the bedroom. "I really do appreciate
you doing this for me. But I can't help myself. They look so cute on you
Lee. And it is obvious that you like the way they feel. I can tell that
just by your reaction. You know," she went on, "some men wear panties all
of the time. Maybe you'll grow to like wearing them."
"Let's not push this. Okay?" I said, as I stepped out of my closet dressed
and ready for work. As I walked past Debbie she grabbed me around the neck
and pulled me close and gave me a peck on the lips. "Thanks for doing this
sweetie. You don't know how much I appreciate it."
"You're welcome" I replied petulantly, and headed out of the room. As I
did, Debbie reached behind me and slapped my butt. "Nice ass honey buns,"
she giggled. "Now you be a good boy at work!"
'Right!' I thought to myself. 'I'll be a good boy. What choice do I have?'
.....to be continued in Chapter Three, "My First Day Wearing Panties"
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Lee Anne
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