Is She or Isn’t She? Part One

Copyright Deni Wom 2004

He stood there, mouth open, frozen in the thundering realization that what he was looking at had enormous implications. He was stark naked, his towel in his hand after taking a rejuvenating hot shower. But his eyes could not leave the tiny filmy fabric lying there in the clothes hamper. His beloved wife’s new pink thong lay there, right on top of the rest of the clothes, it lay there.

He blinked. It didn’t work, the panties were still there.

Was that really what he thought it was? It looked like a thick creamy goo. Part of it had soaked into the part of her underwear that covered her sweet precious opening. Did women secrete stuff like that? He knew they didn’t, but he was hoping against hope that he could find an answer that was other than his worst fears. He was more than willing to grasp at straws right now. Anything but that.

God, there was a lot of it.

He reached down, hand shaking, and extended one finger. God, it was still wet. Not the least bit crusty or dried. God. Had to be just before she left work. How long had she been home anyway. He could not remember. His mind was reeling.

It was lying there, with the crotch panel fully visible, like it was waiting for him to open the hamper and discover it. Discover the panties with all their wetness and profound implications. They seemed to be lying there screaming at him “Look at me! Look at me you silly trusting man! Look at me and all my goo! Guess what this stuff is! Guess where we came from? Look at us, full of his goo!”

Again he reached down and touched the still soggy fabric. His finger traced the edge of the crotch panel, thinking deeply about what this meant…….to them. His beautiful sexy beloved wife. Only married for five years, oh god, I have to get her an anniversary present he thought crazily as his eyes were riveted to the messy wetness lying there. He brought the silky sexy panties to his nose. No question about it, he realized. Definitely cum. Definitely the ones he had bought her last month in hopes of pleasing her, too. Part of a set, he remembered. Yes, there was the sheer bra that had been a part of the perfect sexy erotic lingerie set. Holding the panties in one hand, he dropped his towel and picked up the thin flimsy bra. Bringing it to his nose, he could smell her perfume, and also the distinct fresh musk of a man’s cum. Looking at the full lush cups that had held her firm proud globes, he could see the forming stains left from the presence of some other male’s liquids.

Or could it have been his? Had they made love last night. He involuntarily shook his head, because there was no question , they had not made love in over a week, maybe longer he realized. With a sinking sensation, her realized he could not remember the last time they had made love.

The very thought of making love to her caused his cock to twitch and begin to fill with his love for her. Besides, he realized, there was way too much cum in her panties and bra to have been his. My god, he never produced even a tenth of what was trapped there on the thin lace-framed fabric. And this was just what had drained out, there was probably a lot still left inside her. ‘Oh GOD! Baby, what have you done?’ his mind fumed in bitter uncertain pain.

He realized he had both her bra and panties pressed against his face, oblivious to the copious cum that was transferring onto his skin.
“Do you make a habit of smelling the crotch of my panties honey?” He turned to look at his beloved wife just as he realized his hardening cock was beginning to pulse. His face flushed in shame at his involuntary response to his discovery, but his heart felt like it had broken into a thousand pieces.