John was at the stove cooking his breakfast when Aileen walked past, dragging her hand across his butt on her way to the garage.
"I'm going to the store," she sighed, as she did every week.
"Of course you are," he replied sarcastically with a grin.
"Mmmm hm."
"Happy anniversary to you too," he said, still grinning.
"Happy anniversary!"
A short while later he took a quick break, as he always did, to get a drink and check the Find My Friends app on his phone. This time, however, he was surprised to see Aileen was not at the store in the next town, but in a residential area only a few miles away. He didn't think anything of it until he checked again and found her in the same place, almost an hour later.
He was washing dishes when he heard her car pull into the driveway. He turned off the water and dried his hands, and greeted her with a kiss as she came in through the garage, reaching down to grab her butt. As he caressed and squeezed that perfect ass he realized something wasn't right. He gave it a firm smack as she walked off and he thought to himself, No panty lines?
- -
Aileen drove to the house herself, bringing her cellphone with her rather than leave it and her car in the store parking lot to ride home with him as she had each time before. Today would be the last time, she remembered, so it didn't matter if her husband caught on. In fact, it was part of her plan that he should. Why else would she install the app on their phones that would give away her secret? She was sure he would use it. And sure what he would be thinking about for the rest of the day.
She pulled into the driveway and began preparing herself. She looked all around her through each window and, when she was sure no one was around to see her, pulled off her shirt and bra, placing them in her lap. She then reached over the center console, pulled on the large coat that was resting on the passenger seat, and zipped it all the way up to her neck. Finally, she slipped off her sneakers to remove her pants, leaving only her tiny leopard print panties. She was ready. She put her clothes on the passenger seat, jammed her cellphone into her pocket, and headed for the front door.
As she stepped onto the porch she was overcome with nerves. This was bold even for her. She still wasn't fully comfortable with the role of seductress, especially in this capacity. Never mind. She rang the doorbell and waited. Soon she heard a shuffling behind the door, and as she heard the locks moving and knob turning, she unzipped her coat. As the door cracked, she placed her hands in her pockets and casually opened her coat to reveal herself. She was surprised and giggled to herself when she saw the man behind the door was not who she'd expected.
"Mike!" the man called, "Your girl is here!"
Steve wasn't surprised to see Aileen. He'd met her a number of times when she came to the house with his roommate. He was surprised, however, to be seeing so much of her. He flashed her a mischievous smile as he caught himself staring. He hoped she didn't mind. Until, that is, he realized she still hadn't closed her coat.
In fact, she didn't mind at all. After the initial shock, she was relieved at the convenient stroke of luck. She looked into his eyes and smiled back. Then she heard footsteps and looked over to see Mike coming down the hall. Steve noticed his roommate approaching and turned to walk out. Just then, Aileen reached out and grabbed him by his belt, her fingers brushing against his groin, and pulled him closer. As he turned back to face her, he watched as she shifted her gaze from his eyes down to his crotch and licked her lips.
- -
Aileen handed her husband his gift, a small box, nicely wrapped in glossy white paper with a red ribbon and huge matching bow. They'd just returned home from a late steak and seafood dinner, and John was sitting at his desk catching up on email. He took his time opening it, taking care to preserve the wrapping.
"Just open it!" she barked.
"Fiiiiiine," he sighed back.
John gave his wife a disapproving look, tore off the remaining paper, and opened the box. Crumpled inside were Aileen's leopard print panties, his favorite. On top of them was a single tube of lipstick. John picked it up, looking puzzled. As he pulled on the cap, it brought the colored stick with it to reveal a USB flash drive.
"What's this?" he asked.
"Your present," she replied.
He plugged the drive into his laptop and began inspecting its contents. As he did, Aileen turned down the hall.
"I'm taking a shower," she said.
John didn't answer, too wrapped up in his new distraction. On the flash drive, he found twelve folders, each named for a month of the year. He clicked into April and saw several pictures and a video file. Still looking puzzled, he clicked on a picture and saw the image of his wife, lying on her back naked, on a bed he did not recognize. He could tell by its color, that the cock inside her was not his.
As she showered, Aileen thought about what her husband was doing right now. Was he angry or was he jacking off? She knew him well enough to be sure it was the latter. After all, it was, once again, his idea. She remembered the conversation this time last year, a few weeks before their anniversary.
"What do you want?" she asked him as she did every year.
"Unlimited power!" he joked.
"I mean for your gift, dork!"
She was surprised when he didn't reply with his usual request for, "Nothing."
