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Author's Name: Lee Anne Montgomery ([email protected]) Story Title: Woman Partner (Chapter 3, My First Day Wearing Panties) This work is copyrighted to the author © 2003. Please do not remove the author information or make any changes to this story. You may post freely to non-commercial "free" sites, or in the "free" area of commercial sites. Thank you for your consideration. I look forward to, and hope that I receive, your feedback. Enjoy! ************************************************************************ This story is currently twenty-six chapters long. The author suggests reading previous chapters before proceeding. Chapter Three - My First Day Wearing Panties Finally leaving for work brought a sense of relief. Debbie was freaking me out with her inordinate worry about Regina Rae's designs upon me. 'She was acting so strange!' I'd never seen her like this. Jealous. Aggressive. There was an intense, sexual edge in her voice. 'What in the world was going on with her?' Settling into my car for the drive to work I finally began to relax. My thoughts drifted to the sensation I'd experienced earlier in the morning when I first nestled my penis inside of Debbie's panties. They really did feel good. I was amazed at how quickly my cock hardened after I put them on. My relaxation was short lived. I began to worry again whether anyone would notice that I was wearing panties at work. I watched for panty lines on women all of the time. Would others be doing that to me? Debbie had assured me that my trousers were too loose for anyone to be able to tell. I hoped she was right. I pulled into the parking garage, parked, and then headed outside and across the street to my office building. People were milling about everywhere as folks made their way to work. I found myself looking around at people as they passed by, trying to determine whether they were looking at me funny. I must have been paranoid because it felt like several people were, in fact, checking out my panty lines. Suddenly, I felt an erection materializing inside of my panties. 'Damn!' All I had to do was conjure up the image of me wearing panties and I got a hard-on. Now I had one more thing to worry about people noticing. 'This was nuts! Was I going crazy?' I entered my building and quickly stepped into the first open elevator. I moved to the rear of the car, my back against the wall, thereby preventing others from staring at my butt. I exited the elevator when it reached my floor, completely paranoid that the secretaries in the office were staring at me and laughing to themselves because I had panty lines. Carla was at her desk, already working. I greeted her pleasantly, "Good morning Carla," and continued into my office, plopping my briefcase on my desk. As was her custom, Carla got up from her desk immediately and followed behind me to see if I wanted coffee and to give me a run down on my daily calendar. I told her that coffee would be nice as I quickly turned to face her to prevent her from being able to look directly at my backside. When Carla returned with my coffee she asked how things had gone at home the previous evening. I really didn't want to get into it with her so I lied and told her things had gone fine and, quickly changing the subject, asked how her date had gone. Carla broke into a broad grin and said that her date had, in fact, been truly hot. She seemed to really glow this morning and so I inquired further, "Really? That good huh?" "That good!" she sighed. "I think I may even be in love Lee. This person is absolutely amazing! One of the most beautiful creatures on God's earth!" she beamed. "I don't know when I've ever felt so completely fulfilled," she stated dreamily. "In fact, we have a date tomorrow evening that I have a feeling is going to be extra special." "Wow! That's fantastic Carla! I'm really happy for you," I said. "I hope you won't be running off and getting married and quitting your job here. I don't know what I'd do without your assistance. I'd be lost." "Oh, don't worry about that Lee. I don't think marriage is in the cards. And besides, I'd never quit working for you. You are way too special to me. So, do you want to hear your list of appointments for today?" "Sure," I replied, thankful to be getting down to business. "What's going on today?" "Alright. Well, this morning you have a conference with Mr. Hopkins and Mr. Garfield about the litigation over the offshore drilling rights for Mr. Morris. In fact, Mr. Morris is going to be joining the three of you for lunch following your work with the senior partners this morning. This afternoon you have a few appointments with Mr. Sandler and Mr. August concerning their income tax returns. And let's see...yes, your last appointment today is with Ms. Morris." "Regina Rae is coming in again today?" I exclaimed. "Well...yes," she replied hesitatingly. "She called yesterday after you had lunch with her. She told me that you wanted me to set up another appointment with her before the end of the week. Is that a problem? Should I not have done it?" she asked with a tone of concern that she'd done something wrong. "No. No. Not at all," I replied, trying to make it seem like it was really no big deal. "I guess I just didn't expect her to be back quite so quickly. When did she call?" "Actually, she called here before you even got back to the office from your lunch date with her. I probably should have told you. But you went right into your office when you got back and I didn't really have a chance to talk to you until the end of the day. I hope I didn't make a mistake in setting the appointment. She said that you told her to call me to schedule a meeting." "That's right. I did. And it's all right Carla. Really. It just feels like the week is getting away from me. Don't worry about it though. It'll be fine. Now, I better get ready for Mr. Hopkins and Mr. Garfield." "Sure boss," Carla said as she turned to leave. Then she quickly turned back to me and inquired, "Lee?" "Yeah?" "Do you mind if I ask you a kind of, well, personal question?" "Er...I guess not. What is it?" "Well...have you ah....I mean...well...this is a bit embarrassing to even ask. But...well...have you changed the style of underwear that you wear?" "What?!" I exclaimed, immediately worrying about where such a question was coming from. Then, trying to re-establish my composure, I asked, "Why would you ask me something like that Carla?" "I'm sorry Lee. I didn't mean to upset you. It's just that I notice things like that and I don't ever recall seeing you with...well...with panty lines before," she giggled. "Sorry," she apologized for laughing. "But I noticed this morning when you walked past my desk that you clearly have what look like bikini panty lines." I was stunned. 'People could tell! And I had to spend time with my senior partners and major clients today!' Though reeling inside, I tried to play it off without acting guilty or embarrassed. "Actually, since you ask, I'm not wearing my usual boxer shorts today. I didn't realize jockey underwear would make it look like I had panty lines," I lied. I hoped she would buy that explanation. I went on, "But I do usually wear boxer shorts. I can't believe how perceptive you are." "Oh. I'm so sorry Lee. I hope I didn't embarrass you. I didn't mean to. I actually think bikini panties are very sexy on guys. Makes the imagination run wild, if you know what I mean," she said with a devilish grin. "I wouldn't worry about it though. I'm sure no one else would even notice." She then abruptly turned and walked out of my office before I could reply. In turn, I took note of her panty lines, which showed quite well through her tighter and shorter than usual skirt that she was wearing. Sitting down, I placed my hand in my lap to verify that, as I suspected, my cock had indeed grown during the exchange with Carla. It was an odd feeling, I liked the way the panties felt holding my cock snugly within. I was going to have to be very careful today. I prepared quickly for my meeting with Mr. Hopkins and Mr. Garfield, gathered my work product, and walked down the long hall to the main conference room. Carla smiled pleasantly as I passed by her desk. I worried during the entire walk down the hallway that other secretaries were noticing my panty lines. The meeting with my senior partners went well. Both Mr. Hopkins and Mr. Garfield were pleased with how prepared I was. Just as we finished, Hal Morris, Regina Rae's father, walked in, ready for our lunch meeting during which I was to outline our firm's plan to ensure that he obtained the offshore drilling rights he was pursuing. "Hello gentlemen," he boldly greeted us. "How's my crack shot legal team doing today?" Mr. Hopkins and Mr. Garfield both greeted Hal Morris enthusiastically and assured him that everything was great with the firm. "And how's the best young lawyer in the city doing?" he asked as he turned to me. "I hear you're really taking care of my little girl. She's crazy about you. Says you're a damned good lawyer and she's confident that you can take care of that weasel that's trying to screw her over in this damned divorce. I wish she'd never married the son of a bitch. I warned against him. But she wouldn't listen to her ol' daddy" "I'm fine Mr. Morris," I said, beaming at his praise. "How are you sir? I'm glad that Ms. Morris is so pleased. I'm certainly doing my best for her. She's a sharp young woman. I know that you must be proud of her." "You're right about that Lee. She's a headstrong one though. Takes after her old man I guess," he chuckled. "Just don't let me down here Lee. She's more important to me than anything." "Absolutely Mr. Morris. I'm all over this case," I assured him. 'Damn! Talk about putting the pressure on! Oh well. High risks. High rewards.' After we'd dispensed with the pleasantries, we left for lunch. During lunch the discussion was limited to some small talk about the area sports teams and the work I'd done to make sure Mr. Morris' offshore rights were secured. He seemed pleased with where things stood. Soon, that part of my day was behind me and I was back in my office meeting with the other corporate clients on my schedule. Regina Rae was my last appointment of the day. She wasn't due in for another thirty minutes. I was mentally exhausted already from everything that had happened during the day. And so, as I often did when I knew I couldn't get any work done, I turned to gaze out my window overlooking the city and let my mind wander. The view was spectacular. I was quite pleased with where I was in my professional life. But I still had a big hurdle to get over. Partner. If I didn't make partner this year, I was afraid that I never would. Before it could possibly happen, I had to get past this divorce case with Regina Rae. I doubted that Hal Morris would be pleased with me, no matter how effective I was in securing his offshore drilling rights, if I failed him on his daughter's divorce. He'd made that crystal clear during lunch. And if Hal Morris weren't happy, then Mr. Hopkins and Mr. Garfield would not be happy. I'd never felt so much pressure before in my life. And on top of everything else, Debbie was acting so strangely. I hoped I could survive the pressure. I was startled out of my daydream by Carla's voice. "Mr. Montgomery? Mr. Montgomery?" "Yeah? What is it Carla?" I asked, turning toward her. As I turned I saw Carla standing at my desk with Regina Rae by her side. They were each smiling down at me as I stumbled to stand up. Regina Rae was dressed casually today. It looked like she had been to the beach or something. She wore a pair of tight Daisy Dukes jean shorts, a skin-tight white spandex halter-top, and strappy white high-heeled sandals. Her long, tanned legs stretched forever from her shorts to her heels. Her dark hair was pulled back into a ponytail high upon the back of her head, and she had her sunglasses perched on top. Staring at me through her tight white top were the very wide, dark circles of her areolas. Her large, stiff nipples poked out against the stretchy material of the thin halter-top. My cock stirred within Debbie's panties. "Ms. Morris is here for her appointment," Carla giggled. "I...I can see that," I stammered. "How are you today Ms. Morris?" "Ms. Morris? My! Aren't we formal today!" she smiled wickedly. "I'm fine Mr. Montgomery," she added teasingly. "And it looks like you're glad to see me too!" she grinned as she looked toward the developing bulge in my trousers. I followed her gaze down toward what I already knew was my hardening cock rubbing inside of Debbie's panties. I noticed that Carla also cast a glance toward my groin. She put her hand to her mouth to conceal her smile as she fought against laughing. I must have turned a dark shade of crimson, as I knew there was nothing I could do to conceal what was so obvious. Carla spoke first as she began to leave. "I guess I'll leave you two alone. There must be a great deal that you need to discuss," she snickered. As she turned to leave, I noticed her and Regina Rae's eyes meet in a knowing kind of look. Regina Rae's gaze followed Carla out of the office. Turning back to me, she said, "You know Lee, a guy could probably get in a lot of trouble with a hot secretary like that around. She has a very nice body. Don't you think?" "Er, sure," I answered without thinking. "I mean....what? No! Carla and I have a very professional relationship!" I protested. "If you say so," she agreed, clearly indicating that she thought I protested too much. "I bet she can be distracting at times though. I know this much. I wouldn't kick her out of my bed." 'What? Regina Rae is a lesbian? Did I hear what she'd just said?' It was a disturbing thought, although not one that I could say surprised me. She was revealing herself to me as a woman who had adventurous tendencies. Or maybe she was simply using a figure of speech to say that she saw Carla as an attractive woman. In any event, I knew that I had to get this meeting focused upon business and away from sex talk or I'd be messing up Debbie's panties. I invited Regina Rae to please sit down and I did likewise. Before we could get to business we exchanged a few pleasantries. I asked Regina Rae how her day had gone. She said she'd been out to lunch with a friend, after which they'd gone shopping. She asked how my meeting with her dad had gone and I told her that it went great. I thanked her for putting in such a good word for me. She assured me that she was happy to help me out. Finally getting around to business, I asked Regina Rae to continue telling me about her marriage to Chad. I wanted to know more about how things had gone in the marriage and why she ultimately had asked him to leave her. I had determined that today, I wasn't going to let her go off on any more rambling accounts about their sex life. I had been unprofessional in permitting that to go on the day before. Settling back in her chair, she crossed her long legs as she began to tell me more about the intimacies that occur between married couples which, unfortunately, often result in a life together breaking apart. "Well," she began, "as I told you yesterday, Chad and I were very compatible sexually. I loved his huge cock and I also realized how much I loved that he let me control the lovemaking. So I was bound to marry him, no matter what my daddy wanted. And things were great at first. But then, as you know, Chad was injured and things started going downhill for him. At first I was very supportive of him. I mean....what could I do? He was my husband. 'Till death do you part' and all of that. I really hoped that things would turn out well for him. And, luckily, the leg injury had no impact upon our sex life. I mean, he still had a big dick and so the sex was still amazing. So it wasn't as if it were all bad. But when he didn't even make a professional team, Chad slipped into deep depression. I was supporting us with money that Daddy gave me. Chad began drinking heavily. That was bad enough. But then he started to snort cocaine and I realized that I wasn't going to be able to support that habit for him without daddy figuring it out. And to top it all off, when he got on the coke he lost his sex drive. I quickly realized that doing without the sex Chad had provided was not something I was willing to accept. If I have any weakness Lee, it is that I cannot live without sex. And lots of it. I tried getting by on masturbation, but it simply was not enough. Soooo, I began having little affairs on the side. Nothing serious. It was just sex. I figured if my husband could not, at a minimum, satisfy my basic fuck needs, then I had no choice but to take matters into my own hands." This was a potential problem I thought, as I remained aware that my own cock was rock hard as it throbbed snuggly within Debbie's pink lace nylon panties. I needed to know whether Chad was aware of Regina Rae's affairs. "Did Chad know you were having affairs?" I inquired, concern in my voice. Regina Rae continued, "For quite a while I am certain that he didn't know. But he soon grew suspicious because I often stayed out late. When I came home, I began sleeping in the guestroom. Of course, he was passed out drunk and stoned most nights Lee. What could he expect? One night though, he was waiting up for me. Drunk and high. And he was very belligerent. He yelled at me and ordered to tell him where I'd been. I didn't like the way he yelled at me. I told him it was none of his damn business where I'd been and that if he didn't like it he could leave. I told him he was no longer the man I married and that I couldn't be blamed if I spent my time with other lovers. I knew as soon as I said the word 'lovers' that I'd made a mistake. Chad just stared at me, as if he couldn't believe that I would cheat on him, even though he clearly suspected that I was. I suppose thinking it and hearing it from the horse's mouth are two different things. Suddenly, his anger evaporated and he broke down crying, telling me how sorry he was that he'd turned out to be such a failure and asking what could he do to make it right between us again. It was pitiful Lee. This big strong man who used to fuck me crazy was crying like a girl. I admit that it turned me on that he moaned like a girl when we fucked. But his crying at that moment repulsed me. I know it sounds cold, but I couldn't stand it. I lost my patience and told him get out. We were through. He stared at me like he couldn't believe that I would kick him out into the cold. I wouldn't budge though. I was over it. When he realized that I was serious, he moped out of the room. The next thing I knew he was coming down the stairs with his suitcase packed. He looked like a whipped puppy. He asked me for some money to help him find a place to stay. So I wrote him a check for $10,000.00 and kissed him goodbye -figuratively and literally. I figured that was a cheap price to pay to be rid of him. And I was glad he was gone. I was ready to move on and try to find some happiness. The very next day, one of my lovers was in my bed with me sharing a little afternoon delight when Chad unexpectedly stopped by the house for more of his belongings. I was a little worried about what might happen, but Chad said nothing. He looked like a broken man. He simply took the personal belongings he'd come for and quietly left. About a week later, I received the papers suing me for divorce, claiming adultery. Is there going to be a problem Lee?" she asked as she finished, deep concern in her voice. 'This was just great!' I thought. Regina Rae admitted that what Chad claimed in his lawsuit was true. I couldn't ethically deny the accusations he'd made in her Answer. I could, however, allege that his illegal drug use had resulted in an alienation of affection and that might cause him some problems and give us some bargaining leverage. On the other hand, it sounded as though Regina Rae had knowingly given him the money to buy the cocaine for a while. She might have some criminal liability there as well. I wasn't sure if it was worth the risk by making that an issue. I was beginning to wonder whether the best course of action wasn't to try to reach a settlement and just make the whole thing go away. 'What should I say to Regina Rae?' I thought. I didn't want to upset her. But I felt I had to be honest with her. "I don't know Regina Rae," I began carefully. "This is not necessarily going to be easy. Describe for me exactly what Chad saw when he came to your house while your lover was there." I needed to know if what he saw could be passed off as an innocent visit with a friend, or if sex was involved. "Well...." she said, preparing to deliver the worst possible news, "he actually got us out of bed. He had a key to the house and had let himself in. I hadn't thought to change the locks. I didn't hear him enter. When he called out to me that he was there my lover and I were in the throes, as it were. We were naked in my bed doing sixty-nine on each other. He probably could have busted the door down and we wouldn't have heard. We were caught completely off guard when he called out my name. So there was a bit of a mad scramble to get our clothes on before he got up to the bedroom. When I opened the door to come out I am certain that Chad saw my lover slipping into a bathrobe. And I couldn't hide the fact that I had been in the middle of sex. I was very hot and sweaty and wearing the first thing I could find - a slinky black, see-through peignoir. Oh God! I hope you can take care of this Lee. Daddy will be so upset with me if he finds out." I tried to keep things calm and professional despite the serious concerns that I was already wrestling with in my mind. I inquired, "Does Chad know who it was? Would he be able to identify your lover? If he could, then that might be a problem." "I'm confident that he doesn't know my lover. But I can't say for sure that Chad wouldn't be able to figure out who it was. What if he took down a license plate number from the car parked in the driveway and had it traced?" "Well, that would be a problem," I said with exasperation in my voice. I tried to think how I could handle this information. I wanted to buy time before I dictated a course of action. "I tell you what Regina Rae," sounding as professional and confident as I could. "I'm going to have to do a little research on this one. Meanwhile, I need to know whether you are still involved with anyone?" "Lee!" she exclaimed. "Are you saying that I cannot have a relationship with anyone? I mean, of course I am involved. With more than one person as a matter of fact! You cannot be surprised at that. Not after I've described my sexual appetite to you as I have." "It isn't for me to say whether you should or shouldn't have relationships Regina Rae," I responded evenly, trying to calm her down. I knew that what Regina Rae described was going to be a significant problem for her in this divorce suit. Not that Chad didn't have problems of his own. After all, he was an alcoholic and a cokehead. I could make out a defense based upon alienation of affection as a result of that. Still, as I've mentioned, Regina Rae had supplied the money for the drugs to him. But Chad had apparently caught her in flagrante delicto with some guy right in their marital bed the very day after she threw him out on the street. I simply wasn't sure what advice to give to Regina Rae at this moment. I needed to stall while I thought this over. I was secretly regretting the "opportunity" I'd been given to represent her. Why couldn't one of my colleagues have been given this nightmare? Finally, I said to Regina Rae, "Look. Let's not worry about this just yet. There may be something that we can do. But I really must research the issue before I file your Answer to the divorce suit. Meanwhile, as your attorney, I have to suggest to you that you should be extremely careful about any current relationships. Now let's set an appointment for late next week to decide what we should do next. Okay?" "Gosh Lee!" she whined. "You're kind of scaring me. You seem like you're concerned about where I stand. Are you saying that Chad could win this thing?" she asked. "I'm not saying anything right now," I emphasized. "I want to study your options before I recommend what you should do. Don't worry about it though. We'll figure something out." Not seeming satisfied with what I'd said, she continued, "But you tell me to be careful with any relationships I may have going on. Do you think Chad could be spying on me? How would that affect the case? I mean, he has moved out of the house. My house at that! Aren't I allowed to have a life now that he is gone?" How could I answer her? I didn't want her to think I was being judgmental. I tried to soften it a bit. "I'm not saying you cannot see people. Just be cautious about the places you go with a date. Let's not take chances that he might have someone follow you. That's all I'm saying. Next week, after I study the law a bit more, we'll decide what to do." "Okay," she sighed. "You're the lawyer," finally giving up the discussion. "So, are we done with our meeting?" she asked, ready to move on as if we'd just been talking about the weather. "If so, I have something on the personal side to talk to you about." "Yeah," I answered, feeling overwhelmed and exhausted from dealing with the complexity of her divorce. "I think we're done with our meeting. What else is on your mind Regina Rae?" "Well, you know how I mentioned yesterday that I'd really love to get together with you and your wife so that we could get to know each other a little bit better?" "Yes," I replied with a sense of dread about where this was going. "Well, I'm having a few friends over tomorrow evening for cocktails and I was hoping you and Debbie could stop by. I mean....you are my lawyer and all and I'd really like to know you better. And you seemed a bit worried that your wife might be suspicious of the time that we are spending together on the case. Soooo... I thought that if the three of us socialized together, she might be more understanding. Besides, she sounds like someone I would just love. What do you say?" 'Wow! Where did this curveball come from?' One thing was not subject to debate - Regina Rae was full of surprises. And while there was certainly logic to what she said, I wasn't sure whether I thought getting her and Debbie together was really a good idea, especially considering how Debbie seemed to already feel about Regina Rae. I tried to avoid committing. "That is very nice of you to invite us Regina Rae. But I'd have to ask Debbie first. I don't know whether we have plans for tomorrow night," I said, hoping I could figure out a way to avoid the invitation without insulting Regina Rae. "Oh!" she replied knowingly. "Debbie wears the pants in your house, eh? You need permission to accept a cocktail invitation? I understand," she chided me. "No!" I protested her insinuation. "We mutually agree on what we do. It just wouldn't be right to accept an invitation without at least discussing it with her." "Well, could you go ahead and call her now?" she asked insistently. "I would like to know how many to count on because tonight I'm going to be making final arrangements for the gathering." If Regina Rae was anything, she was persistent. She sat there looking at me like she actually expected me to call Debbie immediately. I didn't know what to do at that point, so I agreed to call her right then. I picked up the phone and dialed our number, hoping against hope that she wouldn't answer. Unfortunately, after a few rings Debbie answered. 'Damn!', I thought. "Hi honey," I greeted her. "What's going on?" "Nothing really," she answered. "What's going on with my panty boy?" she teased. I wished she wouldn't joke me about that. I was already self- conscious enough about what I was doing for her. "Er, I'm fine." Trying to sound casual, I continued, "Honey, I met with Regina Rae Morris today. You know.... to discuss her case. She has invited us over to her house tomorrow evening for cocktails. I wanted to check with you before accepting. Do we have plans tomorrow night?" I asked, praying desperately that she would say we did. Debbie was quiet. I could almost see her fuming on the other end of the phone; angry that I would presume to ask her to socialize with the very woman she was jealous of. After a pause of several seconds, which seemed like minutes, she answered, "No. I guess we don't have any plans Lee. And yes, I suppose we could stop by her house for a while. Besides, it might even be interesting. Is it dressy?" 'Damn! She said yes!' I answered her question, "I don't know. I'll find out and let you know when I get home," I told her, not wanting to reveal to her that Regina Rae was sitting in my office at that very moment listening to me call. "Great! Thanks. I'll see you in a little while. Bye," I said and abruptly hung up the phone. Regina Rae was watching me and grinning like a Cheshire cat. "Oh goody!" she gushed. "I'm so glad you can come by. Here is my address," she said as she handed me a piece of paper. "Sevenish. Okay?" "Sure," I replied, feeling railroaded. "What will the attire be? Debbie was curious." "I'd say the men would be dressy casual. Women should wear cocktail dresses. Oh goody, goody!" she exclaimed. "This is wonderful! I can't wait to see Debbie! Shall I set an appointment with Carla for next week on my way out?" "Yes. Do that," I answered, feeling rather shell-shocked. "And we'll see you tomorrow night. And don't worry about anything Regina Rae. Everything is going to be okay," I assured her as she turned to leave. As with Carla, I couldn't resist gawking at her nice ass as she walked out. She was one hot and sexy woman. She oozed sex in those Daisy Dukes. Her firm ass cheeks pushed out of the bottom of the tight shorts as her long legs stretched down to her sandals. I wondered how she would be dressed tomorrow night. 'Damn! There goes the hard-on again! How many had I had this day?' I quickly sat down behind my desk just in case anyone walked in. Within minutes, Carla was back in the office with a sly grin on her face. "So! You and Mrs. Montgomery are having cocktails with Ms. Morris tomorrow night? That ought to be interesting. Does Mrs. Montgomery know yet?" "Of course she does! I wouldn't accept such an invitation without checking with Debbie." "Oh?! What? Did you call while Ms. Morris was in here with you?" she asked, a tone of disbelief in her voice. "Yes. Why? Is there a problem with that?" I asked defensively. "I suppose not," she answered. "I guess I just would think that Mrs. Montgomery would have had a difficult time saying no if she knew Ms. Morris was listening to the conversation." "I don't think Debbie actually knew that Regina Rae was in the room when I called. I don't recall if I mentioned that when I talked to her," I lied. "But she seemed fine with it, although she did hesitate a moment before agreeing. Still, I think she may actually be looking forward to meeting Regina Rae. You seem to be more concerned than Debbie is. Is there a problem?" "Probably not," she mused. "I just sensed that there might be some jealousy on Debbie's part. I'm sure it will be a wonderful evening though." Changing the subject, Carla said, "Do you mind if I leave a little early tonight Lee? I have to do some shopping tonight for a dress for this weekend. I have some special plans myself with my new lover." "No problem," I said. "This really must be special Carla. I don't think I've ever seen you this excited about a date before. You promise you aren't going to run off and get married and leave me?" "I guarantee it Lee. I won't be getting married and I definitely won't be leaving you," she beamed as she headed for the door. 'Mm. Mm. Mm.' Twice in the last ten minutes that I got to view a really nice ass. I tried to picture Carla in Daisy Dukes. I liked that picture. I sat there after Carla left, my hand in my lap stroking my raging hard cock pulsating inside of Debbie's panties. I could feel dampness where I'd leaked precum in them. I'd almost forgotten that I was wearing them until Debbie teased me a few minutes ago. What an absurd situation to find myself in. I chuckled at the realization that I'd worn women's panties all day. They actually felt good. 'I guess all of those cross dressers out there are on to something.' I thought. I really had nothing left to do in the office and I was mentally exhausted, so I decided that I would surprise Debbie and go home early. I was hopeful that she really was going to be okay about tomorrow night and not be in the same rotten mood she was in last night. When I walked in the house Debbie was descending the stairs wearing her usual gym shorts and a loose fitting tank top with no bra on. Her boobs were bouncing free as she turned at the bottom of the stairs to face me. She stopped and looked startled. "What are you doing home so early?" she questioned me with a stunned look on her face. "No reason really. I finished early today and just thought I'd surprise you. Is that alright?" I asked, concerned that she didn't seem thrilled to see me. A warm smile broke across her face and she said, "Absolutely!" as she moved toward me and wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me. "I'm glad you're home. I've actually been thinking about you all day, wondering how you've enjoyed wearing my panties. I have to admit the thought of you wearing them has gotten me a bit hot and bothered a few times. So? How was it? Anyone try to seduce you?" "No! No one tried to seduce me," I replied. Trying to play off the question about how they felt, I told her that wearing panties wasn't really much different from wearing my regular underwear. "Really?!" she exclaimed. "Does that mean you won't mind continuing to wear them for a while? At least until I feel more comfortable about you and Regina Rae working so closely?" I assured Debbie again that she had nothing to worry about in that regard and that, if it made her more comfortable about me working with Regina Rae, I would continue to wear panties to work. "Thank you honey," she said. "I really do appreciate your sacrifice." Changing the subject to the cocktail party, she asked, "What time are we going to this Regina Rae's house tomorrow night? What are we to wear? Do you know who else will be there?" she rapid fired questions. I told her the party was at seven and that Regina Rae said women should wear cocktail dresses and men dressy casual. Unfortunately, I hadn't thought to ask who else would be there so I couldn't answer that question. "A cocktail dress? Darn! I'm not sure what I have to wear," she fretted. "Do you mind if I run out tonight and do some quick shopping for a dress? I feel bad asking since you've come home early and all, but you did kind of get us into this." What could I say? I told her that would be fine. I'd just take advantage of my early evening home and relax around the house a bit. Debbie gave me a big hug and then, uncharacteristically, slid her hand to my crotch and rubbed my cock through the panties. "Thank you honey! I'll see you in a few hours." With that, she ran upstairs and quickly changed clothes to go shopping. After Debbie left, I went upstairs to take a shower. I hung my suit in the closet and then, with no one home, I walked into Debbie's dressing room wearing just her panties and looked at myself in the mirror. I wasn't quite sure why, but I found myself getting a bit turned at my image in the sexy pink pretties. I lowered my hand to my crotch and softly rubbed my penis outside the smooth nylon. For the umpteenth time that day, my erection grew and swelled the material surrounding my tool. 'I need a shower,' I thought, shaking my head at my reaction to the nylon. I slid the panties off and jumped in the shower. After I toweled off I went to put on a pair of gym shorts and a T-shirt to relax in. As I began putting on my gym shorts, my eyes stopped on the panties I'd left lying on the bathroom floor and a thought crossed my mind. 'Should I put them back on?' Obviously, there was no good reason for me to do so. After all, the only reason I wore them at all today was to make Debbie feel more comfortable that I wouldn't be tempted to go to bed with Regina Rae. There was no reason for me to wear them at this point. On the other hand, I thought, 'Why not?' I had to admit that I liked the way they felt. 'And who would know?' I reasoned. Sooo... I picked them up and slipped the panties back on. I then put on my gym shorts. And then I experienced a new sensation. The feel of my nylon gym shorts as they rubbed against the panties felt really good. 'Wow!' My dick got hard immediately. 'This could be addictive!' I went downstairs, mixed a drink and sat on the back patio next to our small pool and read the newspaper. After a while I decided that I'd surprise Debbie by preparing our dinner for when she returned from the mall. I scrounged around in the refrigerator and came up with enough fixings for a nice salad and then heated up some rigatoni and marinara sauce. I set the dining room table and then decided to really wow Debbie. I set out wineglasses and candles. When I heard her pull into the garage I ran to light the candles, pour the wine, and set the food on the table. When she walked in and saw what I'd done she broke into a huge smile and exclaimed, "My goodness! Will the surprises never end Lee? This looks magnificent! You are quite the little maid honey! And I am famished!" I felt a little funny about the way she referred to me as 'quite the little maid', but decided not to make an issue of it. Instead, I took her hand and led her to the table to sit down. After I sat, I raised my glass of wine and toasted, "To my beautiful wife!" "To my beautiful husband," she responded, as we clinked our glasses. "This looks yummy," she said. "Thank you so much for cooking dinner. I'm exhausted! The stores were crowded this evening. But I managed to find something that I think will be suitable for tomorrow night." "Really? Will you model it for me later?" I asked. "I was actually thinking of surprising you tomorrow night honey," she smiled. "But I did buy something for you that I hope you'll model for me later." "You bought something for me to wear? What?" "It's a surprise. But I have a feeling you're going to like it. And I promise you that I absolutely love it. But that's for later. For now, let's enjoy this scrumptious meal you've prepared." And we did. After dinner, Debbie asked if I minded doing the dishes so that she could take a bath and get ready for bed. I said that would be fine. With that, she headed upstairs, grabbing her packages as she went. I went to work on clearing the table and washing the dishes. The thought crossed my mind that I really was 'quite the little maid'. .....to be continued in Chapter Four, "Debbie Introduces Me To Nightgowns" Keep your comments coming. I love hearing feedback!! Hugs, Lee Anne