We woke the next morning rested and satisfied, looking forward to our weekend together. While Alli hit the shower I went down to start the coffee, and was sitting at the table reading the sports pages and enjoying a cup when she walked up behind me. She reached over my shoulder and dropped something in front of me; it took me only a moment to recognize it as a pair of lacy black panties.
“Okay, mister - would you like to explain to me why I found these in your pants pocket just now?”
My mind went blank for a moment, leaving me at a total loss for words. I had no idea what she was talking about. “What? They’re yours, aren’t they? And why were you in my pants pockets anyway?”
“I thought I’d start a load of laundry – and no, those are most definitely not mine!” She held them up to herself, and it was glaringly obvious that they belonged to somebody with a somewhat larger waist and more generous ass than Alli’s.
Thinking about the type of fuller, softer ass that might fill them out, the light bulb finally blinked on, and I laughed. “Those are Marci’s! From when she dropped them on the table in front of me – I’d totally forgotten about that.”
Alli was giggling. “I know, I figured you had; I thought I’d have a little fun with you. Make you nervous?”
I looked up at her, shaking my head. “Maybe a little. I was mostly just baffled; I didn’t recall passing out or anything like that recently, where I might have somehow ended up with a pair of pre-owned panties that I had no recollection of. So Marci went home commando… I’ll bet Michael enjoyed that!”
“Mmm, yeah, I’m sure.” She ran her hands across my shoulders as she walked behind me, an intimately familiar but utterly non-sexual touch that said nothing more – and nothing less - than that we belonged to each other.
She crossed the kitchen and reached up into the cabinet for a coffee mug; she was wearing one of my old plaid flannel shirts – it was November, after all – and a tiny pair of lace panties, which displayed her bottom nicely as she reached overhead. I whistled appreciatively. “Very nice! I like those panties a lot better than these other ones… mostly because of what’s filling them out.”
She wiggled her butt at me, pausing as she poured the steaming liquid into her cup. As I watched her I absent-mindedly picked up Marci’s panties from the table, and without even considering what I was doing held them to my face, breathing the faint but alluring scent of sexy female and soft perfume. It sent a tingle to my groin, and I felt myself beginning to swell. That brought me out of my reverie, and I quickly yanked my hand and the panties away from my face.
I looked guiltily at Alli, only to find her leaning hipshot against the counter, watching me, a bemused smile on her face. “What are you doing?”
“Nothing.”
“Funny… it looked to me like you were sniffing Marci’s panties.”
I felt myself blush. “Well… maybe a little – and not sniffing, just breathing the scent. But you put ‘em there in the first place.”
She laughed. “Only because you stole them and brought ‘em home! Are you planning to start a collection?”
I smiled back at her. “There’s a thought! Actually, I was wondering how I’m going to return them to her without embarrassing either of us.”
“Well, I wouldn’t open the conversation by telling her that her panties smell good.”
I chuckled. “No, I suppose not. They do, though – perfume and sexy woman.” To my immense surprise – and added arousal – she stepped over and picked them up, raising them to her face for a sniff. I felt my cock stir and continue to swell.
She tossed them back to me, and I plucked them out of midair before they could hit me in the face. She watched me hold them for a moment as I resisted the urge to take another breath of Marci, before saying, “They do smell nice – sexy. But as far as embarrassing her, I suspect that you could call an all-hands meeting and hand them to her in front of the group, and she’d just laugh it off. Now you, on the other hand…”
“No, I don’t think there’s any way for me to get these back to her that isn’t going to cause some blushing on my part. And we both know that it would be very unlike Marce to let me off the hook easily,” I said, as I rubbed the silky material between my fingers. “Why do you suppose I ever picked them up in the first place, much less jammed them in my pocket?”
Allison wiggled her eyebrows at me. “Instinct? A beautiful woman tosses her panties at you, nine out of ten guys are going to catch them, right?”
I nodded. “I suppose – but she didn’t toss them, she just dropped them on the table. I mostly grabbed them so nobody else would see. I have no idea why I kept them, though.”
“Me either. Probably something deeply psychological having to do with your mother.”
I winced. “Ummm… eewww? Can we not go there, please – I was about to have breakfast.”
She laughed. “Everything psychological has to do with your mother, doesn’t it? Especially any female issues you might have.”
“I don’t have ‘female issues’; I have female underwear issues.”
She came over and straddled me, lowering herself onto my lap. “We’ll keep that our little secret. I promise, none of your friends ever has to know – especially if you’re a little careful about using public restrooms and you stay away from the gym.”
I grinned. “You’re very quick today, aren’t you?” I asked, cupping her ass in my hands and giving her firm cheeks a squeeze. “It’s almost like you got laid so well last night that now you think you can abuse me with no consequences – you don’t need your boy-toy to keep you happy anymore.“
She moved forward, pressing her hot, panty-covered mound against my growing erection. All I had on my lower half was a pair of fairly thin cotton-knit workout pants, so I could easily feel her firm pubic bone, the soft folds of her pussy just below it, and her intense heat. “I did get laid pretty damn well, now that you mention it. Lots of orgasms – dozens, I think! Who was that masked man?” She was grinding against me as she spoke.
“Masked man? Hmmm… that must have been after I fell asleep. I do appreciate you keeping the noise down; I was pretty tired after rocking your world that way. Tell him thanks for being so considerate, if you should see him again.”
“Oh, sweetie! I already thanked him, in my own special way; I knew you’d understand.” As she was speaking, I slid my fingers further under her bottom and inside the crotch of her panties through the elasticized leg opening. I was not even a tiny bit surprised to find her as wet as she was hot, and my finger entered her very easily. I felt her tight sheath form around me, and as a ripple of pleasure went through her she gasped and squeezed my finger.
I moved my finger inside of her, slowly stroking the inside walls of her vagina as I leaned forward and gently nibbled the prominent nub of her hard nipple through my flannel shirt; I’m always surprised at how much better my clothes look on her than they do on me! “Well, as long as you thanked him, that’s all that matters. I assume, since you spent god knows how long fucking him after I was asleep, that you’re much too worn out to be interested in a little bit of my special brand of lovin’ this morning…?”
I felt a shudder run through her body as I resumed my teasing nipple nibbles, and when I bit slightly harder on one she gasped and pulled back. I looked up at her. “Too hard? I hurt you.”
“No… yes, maybe a little. It felt good though, like an electric shock straight to my pussy. Don’t stop – and no, I’m not too worn out for some of your special lovin’. Stick that huge, throbbing, rock-hard hunk of man-meat in me, stud!”
I laughed. “You’ve been reading stories on Lush again, haven’t you? I can always tell when you start talking like that.”
She giggled and blushed, but even as I spoke she’d fumbled open the button on the fly of my knit pants and pulled out my “throbbing man-meat”; as I slid my finger out of her I used it to hook the gusset of her panties, pulling it aside. Between the two of us we managed to align ‘Tab A’ with ‘Slot B’, and she slid forward and then down onto me, taking me deep inside of her molten center.
We both gasped and moaned a bit at the sensation of her body enveloping me, taking me all the way into her. I unbuttoned her shirt – actually, my shirt – so that I could enjoy her breasts without a mouthful of plaid cotton, and when I again leaned in and scraped my teeth roughly across her nipples she came. It was sudden, but powerful, and she cried out and thrust herself onto me, pressing her breasts into my face and demanding more, wanting me to be a more physical and simply take her; I could sense that, and could feel the tension and aggressiveness build in my mind and body as I got caught up in it and strived to do as she wished.
I grasped her hips firmly, my fingers sinking into her supple flesh as I held her to me, pistoning my cock rapidly and deeply in her wet, slick heat. I continued to bite and tug at her nipples, and she merely goaded me on; I was treating her more roughly, by far, than I usually did, but I had the sense that she wouldn’t have minded even harsher treatment. Whatever the case, she came again, violently, her fingernails digging into my back and shoulders as she crushed herself to me, her head dropping forward so that she could bite my neck.
We went on this way for several more minutes, my own staying power enhanced by our activities of the previous evening, each of us seemingly trying to punish the other through our aggressive coupling. She came a couple more times before I felt my own orgasm begin its rush to fruition, and when I cried out and exploded inside of her she came once again. Our bodies strained against each other, our pelvises locked together so that we could both enjoy the sensation of my cock spasming and pumping deep within her.
As it ended, as our orgasms peaked, passed and faded, she collapsed on top of me, burying her face in my neck. She was the first to catch her breath, and thus the first to speak. “Holy fuck!”
I snorted weakly. “Couldn’t have said it better myself.”
“That was some crazy, wild, monkey sex. What got into you?”
I nuzzled her, and she shuddered at the sensation, all of her nerve endings still abuzz. “You did… or, rather, I got into you, and then you got into me. In my head, I mean; you were pushing me, wanting me to take you,” I paused as I leaned back to look at her, and then went on, “and so I just did, I guess. I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
Her face again buried in my neck, she spoke in a near-whisper. “No. You’d never hurt me, I know that. I trust you completely, which is why I feel safe cutting loose with you.”
“So you kind of like that, huh? The whole caveman-sex thing, where you just get sort of dominated and taken? I didn’t know, sweetheart.”
She laughed softly, but kept her face hidden. I could sense that she was maybe a little embarrassed admitting to this little kink, and found it slightly easier to reveal if we weren’t looking at each other. “Neither did I… or, more accurately, I’d forgotten.”
I waited for her to elaborate, but when she didn’t I had to ask. She’d opened the door, and I wanted to know what was behind it. “Can I ask you what that means? And if you don’t want to tell me, it’s okay.”
She kept her face buried in my neck, her lithe body pressed against me. Her hips were making tiny, subtle movements as she enjoyed the sensation of my cock, still mostly erect, inside of her. “It’s just…“ she paused, and then continued, “… it’s just that you’re always so sensitive and gentle with me. You’re an amazing lover – I could never ask for anyone that would treat me better, or be more generous in making love – but sometimes I just want to get fucked. Does that make sense?”
I nuzzled her neck as I shifted slightly, which allowed me to move slightly deeper into her. “Yeah, I guess it does. But we do have quickies sometimes – isn’t that kind of, um, down and dirty, like you’re talking about?”
She laughed as she leaned back and looked at me. “Only you would think so! Even when we have one of our quickies you’re so very attentive to me - you always make sure I come first, and you’re always so… considerate, I guess. Kind and gentle. You don’t have to do that every time.”
I was more than a little surprised to be finding out something so seemingly momentous about my wife after all the years we’d been married! “I feel like I’ve been letting you down, babe; truth is though, that’s just not me. I’m not sure how good I’d be at filling that role for you.”
She leaned forward and our lips met. She bit my lower lip gently, tugging at it and pulling it forward before releasing it from between her teeth. Again our lips met, and her tongue explored my mouth for a long moment before she pulled away. “You filled the role pretty damn effectively a couple weeks ago, as I recall – you remember, that night that you totally lit me up like a Roman candle.”
I was momentarily confused, until I remembered – not without considerable shame – the night I’d vented my anger and petty jealousy on her in the heat of passion, the night she’d said Derek’s name instead of mine. “Babe, that was… just something that was going through my head. I got carried away; it shouldn’t have happened.”
“Huh! I’m glad it did. It was very exciting, a real eyes-rolled-back-in-the-head moment for me. I came so hard!”
I laughed softly, my relief at the fact that she’d enjoyed it immeasurable. “Alli, I’m not sure I can repeat that performance. It was just something in my mind at that moment.” The truth was that I was pretty sure I didn’t want to repeat that moment; in the immediate aftermath it had frightened me, leaving me shaken over the realization that I could, potentially, have harmed the one person that means everything to me, the woman that is my whole world.
I finally grew flaccid enough to slither out of her slippery embrace, my shrunken cock sliding free in a small gout of semen which made a wet stain on the front of my thin pants. She gasped as she lost me, closing her eyes for a moment at the intensity of the sensation. When she opened them she gave me an impish smile. “That’s what role playing is all about! You don’t have to be a caveman – I know that’s not you; you just have to act like one every now and then. Loincloth and club, if you need them.”
“Yabba-dabba-do. Me Fred, you Wilma.” I smiled and leaned in to lick her nipple, causing her to shiver delightedly. “Here’s something I probably shouldn’t ask, but I’m going to anyway: You said you’d forgotten – how much you enjoyed being taken that way, I guess; when did you first discover that about yourself? Or how, maybe, would be a better question.”
She just looked at me for a moment, not speaking, her eyes searching my face before she leaned forward and pressed her left breast to my lips for another bit of licking and sucking on her erect nipple. She was merely giving herself a moment to consider her answer, I knew, but I still enjoyed the feel of her firm little nubbin in my mouth. When she pulled away, she said, “Are you sure you want to know? We don’t talk about our love lives from before each other very much.”
I shrugged. “In for a penny, in for a pound. You married me, so how good could it have been?”
“Really good, Davey. The sex with Tyler – Ty – was really good,” she laughed softly, “but that’s all that was. He had no other interests outside of the bedroom – or wherever we happened to be when the urge struck him. He was a one-trick-pony, but that trick…”
I frowned. “Wait a sec… is this the same guy you were talking about before, the one that was hung?”
“No, that was Alec. Alec wasn’t especially dominant or aggressive, and he wasn’t especially good in the sack. He just had a big cock.”
She said it very matter-of-factly, like she was telling me it was raining outside or something. As she’d pointed out, we’d never shared much about our prior partners at any point in the years we’d been married, but for some reason we’d started now – or at least she had. I still wasn’t sharing anything about my former love life - but then again I’d asked about hers, while she’d still shown no curiosity about mine. Her own prior love life, on the other hand, she’d begun to share very openly. And sometimes graphically. I debated about asking her to skip it, to not tell me any more, but I didn’t.
She went on. “No, Ty wasn’t especially well-endowed. I mean, he was fine, plenty big enough - like you - but he was just very aggressive about sex. He wanted it a lot, and when he did he just sort of… took it, I guess.”
“And you were okay with that? Didn’t that bother you, that he’d do that? I mean, it doesn’t sound very respectful or very loving, and it doesn’t sound at all like anything I’d expect you to accept.” I really was having trouble picturing Alli in that type of relationship; she’s much too strong-willed and independent for that, to have allowed herself to be controlled in that way. It didn’t fit.
She shrugged as she replied, “I was much younger then. It was my junior year of college, and it was all very exciting. Plus, I was very horny then and I also wanted it pretty much all the time.”
“Well, I’m glad that part hasn’t changed, at least.” I leaned in to nibble her neck, but she poked me in the ribs.
“Hey! That’s not very nice.”
“Really? I think it is. I’m glad you’re a horny lady.” We kissed, and I went on, “It’s one of my favorite things about you. So anyway, this Tyler dude; you broke up, even though the sex was good?”
She nodded. “Yeah, because other than that, the whole relationship was a big zero. He had no personality to speak of. He was quite a bit older than me, and didn’t like to get together with my friends or go out and do stuff – other than fuck – and I just wanted more from life. He was an associate professor, untenured, and didn’t want to hang out with a bunch of students, so my social life tanked. Plus, he pushed me to do things that were just way outside my comfort zone.”
“I probably don’t want to know any more, if that’s okay with you.”
She leaned away and looked at me, our eyes searching each other’s, and I know she saw something in mine because she slid off my lap and moved behind me, placing her hands on my shoulders and leaning into me so that my head rested against her stomach. Softly, gently, she said, “I’m sorry, baby; I went too far. I know you don’t want to hear about other men I’ve been with, even if it was way back in the past.”
“In all fairness, I did ask.”
“Still… and just so you know, Ty never made me do anything too kinky. It was more a case of time and place than it was of what we were doing. Public places, places where we could get caught, things where people around us might or might not know what we were doing. Stuff like that, not gross, disgusting things.” She continued to rub my shoulders and reminisce, even though I’d asked her not to tell me more; unfortunately, she now had my curiosity piqued again.
“So you had sex with him in public places? You? I can’t believe you would do that.”
She laughed softly. “Me either – and it was real sex, not just the touching and teasing like you and I sometimes do. That’s what I mean about why we broke up. I wasn’t comfortable with that; it was beyond my limits, and I finally found enough courage to do what I needed to do… even though he had the ability to push all my buttons.”
I laughed, more from amazement than amusement, and shook my head. “I just can’t picture you having sex in a public place. It’s just too… incredible; you know as in ‘not credible’, not the other thing.”
She smiled. “Do you want some examples?”
“No! No, I think I’m good. I’ll just take your word for it. Why are we talking about this stuff anyway? We never used to do this kind of thing.”
Neither of us ventured an answer for that question, at least not immediately. She moved away from me, crossing to the counter and refilling her coffee mug. She carried the pot over and filled mine as well, heating up the little bit I had left in the cup. After she’d returned the pot to the coffee maker, she sat down opposite me, across the table.
Only then did she reply to my question. “You know what I think? I think it’s because of the photos that Derek took. That whole thing, with the pictures, and other people seeing them and you getting jealous of him – I think it’s awakened a sexual side of us that we’d never explored up till now.” She paused and looked at me, waiting for a response. When I didn’t respond immediately, she became tired of waiting and simply asked. “Well? Don’t you? If it’s not that, then the timing is incredibly coincidental, don’t you think? Davey? Say something…”
“No, you’re right; I’m sorry, I was just thinking about what you said, and yeah, I think that’s a big part of it. It makes sense. I’m not sure it’s a good thing, but it does make sense.”
“I think it’s a good thing. I think any time you communicate your thoughts and desires more openly it’s a good thing – and the sex has been pretty amazing too!”
I had to laugh at her unabashed enthusiasm. “Well, I can’t deny that part. It has been pretty great lately, hasn’t it?”
“I’m sitting here in cum-soaked panties as evidence of that – so yes, I’d say so. I’m really enjoying it.”
I smiled at her. “Glad to be of assistance. So it’s been good for you, even though I don’t just throw you down and take you in public places?”
“It’s been wonderful – and he didn’t throw me down, and the public places part was what finally broke us up, so…”
“Give me one example.”
“What?”
“Give me one example of the kind of things you and this ‘Ty’ character did - the kind of thing that broke you up. How old was he, anyhow?”
“Are you sure? A minute ago you didn’t want to know.” She was looking at me intently, unsure whether to continue after I’d so recently told her to stop.
“I think I can handle one, and I’m still in a state of disbelief that you would do the kind of things you’re talking about.