In the early 80s, my wife and I lived in Shreveport for 5 years; I had transferred from the Dallas area. We had one experience where another man came into our love making. (You might want to read my story (An Anniversary To Remember.)
In Shreveport my wife of two years got a job as the secretary to the president of a holding company that had a number of banks, savings and loans, nursing homes, hotels, etc. and also in Shreveport, our sex life was going to move to a new level.
I have had a huge pantyhose/lingerie fetish since I was a teen.
In the fall of 1982 things were going great for my wife Terri and I, we had bought a house, and she had gone off of the pill several months earlier so we could start a family.
Terri is 5’ 2” with 38” tits and at the time weighed about 115 pounds. She has dark hair and olive colored skin and kept her hair shoulder length and curled. I knew she wasn’t a virgin when we married. She had fucked a former roommate of mine who was well hung especially in comparison to my 5.5 inches and he had shared with me she was sexually very active. I had definitely married above my expectations.
We had decided to have a garage sale and she had been cleaning out closets and I was out back cleaning out a storage building where I kept lawn equipment, tools, and other assorted junk; both of us looking for things to sale.
Terri came to the back door and said, “Bob, come in the house I need to ask you about something.”
When I got in the house Terri was holding a trash bag that I recognized as one I used to keep a stash of pantyhose, lingerie, heels, etc. that I took with me when I went out of town overnight on business. I usually kept it in the storage building out back, but earlier in the week when I had returned from an overnight trip, she was home so I had hid it in the garage and had forgotten to move it. Obviously she had found it.
She said, “I finished in the closets and started cleaning out the garage; you care to explain this to me?”
I was speechless, started stammering and finally said, “Honey, I am sorry, I don’t know what to say.”
She said, “I know you have this thing about pantyhose, but damn Bob there are panties, heels, lingerie in this bag, what are you doing with this stuff?”
She went on to say, “Are you sleeping around with other women, or worse yet other men?”
I said, “No that’s not it, I just like the way it feels.”
I didn’t admit that I always fantasized about being with other men when I dressed but had never gone so far as to do anything like that.
Terri said, “I don’t know, this is too much to deal with right now, I have to think about this and decide what direction this marriage needs to take – damn Bob I am wanting to start a family with you and I find out you are a fucking crossdresser.”
She tossed the garbage bag to me and said, “This is your stuff; you decide what you want to do with it.”
I went and tossed it in the trash can, but I knew that this matter wasn’t over yet.
We didn’t speak much for the next several days but I did notice a few days after the incident that she had her birth control prescription refilled and had started back taking them. However, anytime I tried to initiate sex she rejected me.
The week before Christmas we were invited to a Christmas party at her boss’s house; he was a bit of a jerk, nice looking guy who married well. His wife’s family was loaded (but she was ugly as hell) and he and his wife lived in the Fairfield area of Shreveport in one of those two story colonial style homes.
As my wife got dressed that night I noticed instead of pantyhose like she always wore she was putting on a pair of black thigh high stockings.
I said, “I have never seen you wear stockings, you always wear pantyhose.”
She said, “Pantyhose are a pain in the butt at a party when you have to go pee.”
She sarcastically said, “Maybe you want to wear some.”
I really did, but wasn’t about to say anything she was still very cold toward me.
Terri said, “By the way you don’t need to plan on drinking; you need to drive tonight, because I plan on enjoying myself."
That was fine with me because at her boss Roger’s parties they always served nothing but different kinds of wine to drink and I am not much of a wine drinker.
I was in the living room waiting for her and when she came in; I said, “Holy shit you aren’t going like that are you?”
She was wearing a little short black skirt, thigh high stockings, heels, and a sheer black blouse that allowed you to see her titties.
She said, “What’s wrong?”
I said, “Your damn blouse is see through and you aren’t wearing a bra.”
She responded, “Based on what I saw in that trash bag I thought you liked sheer see through things, and by the way it’s none of your damn business but I am not wearing any panties either.”
It had been over two weeks since she found the trash bag and she appeared to be more upset now than when it happened. I was afraid I had really screwed up.
The party was boring as hell as I knew it would be probably 75-100 people there and I didn’t know but a couple of them. I wandered around run into Terri a couple of times and continued to get the cold shoulder.
We had been there about an hour when I saw Roger my wife’s boss come in from outside and walk over to a couple of his buddies, one I knew was an accountant named Brad with the company but I didn’t know the other guy and they were laughing like someone had told a good one.
About that time a guy I had met earlier whose wife worked for the company came over and he was bored as me and talked a while and we walked outside for some air. We saw Roger and the two guys he was talking to go in the pool house and I figured they were going in to do some coke which I heard Roger did on occasion.
We went back inside and went our separate ways. In about five minutes he found me and said a buddy of his said there was something we had to come outside and see.
We walked out back and I said, “Where is your buddy?”
He said, “He is over in the alley by the pool house.”
There was like an eight foot high wood fence that went around the backyard and an alley way about 4 feet wide between one side of the pool house and the fence, that is where we saw his friend at a window motioning for us to come there.
We got there and I said, “What’s going on?”
He said, “Some old girl is getting fucked in there.”
I looked through the window and saw the guy I didn’t know who had been talking to Roger on a little half bed naked fucking my wife who was also naked.
The guy I had met inside said, “Who is the girl?”
The other guy who had found the action said, “I don’t know I think it is the hot number that had the see through blouse on,” he went on to say, “Look her pussy is shaved.”
As far as I knew she had not shaved her pussy since our first anniversary, but then I hadn’t seen it or touched for almost a month.
Neither one of the guys knew it was my wife and I just stood at the window and stared and hate to admit it but found myself getting hard.
I said, “Who is the guy she is fucking?”
One of them said, “I think he is a pilot for the company, I believe his name is Chuck.”
The guy who had called us to the window said, “Look, she is enjoying the hell out of it watch the way her ass comes up off the bed when he pumps her.”
He was right every time he pumped in; Terri was raising her ass 3-4 inches off of the bed to meet him.
He went on to say, “She is enjoying him more than the first one who fucked her.”
I said what you mean, “The first one?”
He said, “Come to this side of the window and look to your left.”
To the left was a sofa with Roger and Brad the accountant sitting on it both completely naked as well.
I said, “Who fucked her first?”
He said, “The guy that is the president of the company I think his name is Roger something.”
About that time I noticed Terri had grabbed her tits and was squeezing them and I knew that meant she was cumming.
