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Wet Stories
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Straight Female / 38
Another Woman's Panties
I'm 38 year old attorney. We never really were able to 'work from home'. We implemented safeguards, closed door offices, masks when meeting, Zoom at work, no one got Covid. My husband, who is 42 did work from home. We repurposed the guest room, got a tutor for the kids, ages 12 and 15. Everything was under control.
We have a cleaning service, once a week since my husband works from home. Two weeks ago I come home, my husband is in his office upstairs, daughter One at her friend's, daughter Two next door with their new puppy dog. I walk in, the cleaning service had been there, I take off my purse, drop it on the kitchen table, go into my bedroom. There on the bed, a the foot of the bed, is a folded pair of panties. Light purple. Not mine. Not my daughters', I know their panties. Whose panties? Where were they found? Who found them? I picked them up, they weren't laundered.
I put them in my drawer, my first instinct was to throw them away. I called the cleaning service and left a message for the lady who cleaned my house to call me. I do well enough in Spanish. I'm a lawyer, I was nice but firm, she told me the panties were under the bed. No, they cleaned every week, the panties were not there the week before. And no they weren't hers.
My anger dissipated, I sat on the bed asking myself what could be the answer. Not the maid, surely not the girls' tutor, she's a retired teacher. Then who? Who would go off and leave her panties behind? I took the panties into the bathroom and changed into them. Too small, wrong look, wrong cut. And dirty. I went up to see my husband, I locked the door, I closed his computer, I pulled up my dress showing him the panties. He looked at me, OK he pulled my the panties down my thighs, turned me around and bent me over his table, and rammed his cock right up my vagina, wet and ready. Never said a word about the panties.
They are dirty panties, stained with his cum, and my juices, and some other woman's juice. And they are folded in my panty drawer, wrong size, wrong cut, my husband never paid attention to them. But I got a secretary's fuck on his office table.
We have a cleaning service, once a week since my husband works from home. Two weeks ago I come home, my husband is in his office upstairs, daughter One at her friend's, daughter Two next door with their new puppy dog. I walk in, the cleaning service had been there, I take off my purse, drop it on the kitchen table, go into my bedroom. There on the bed, a the foot of the bed, is a folded pair of panties. Light purple. Not mine. Not my daughters', I know their panties. Whose panties? Where were they found? Who found them? I picked them up, they weren't laundered.
I put them in my drawer, my first instinct was to throw them away. I called the cleaning service and left a message for the lady who cleaned my house to call me. I do well enough in Spanish. I'm a lawyer, I was nice but firm, she told me the panties were under the bed. No, they cleaned every week, the panties were not there the week before. And no they weren't hers.
My anger dissipated, I sat on the bed asking myself what could be the answer. Not the maid, surely not the girls' tutor, she's a retired teacher. Then who? Who would go off and leave her panties behind? I took the panties into the bathroom and changed into them. Too small, wrong look, wrong cut. And dirty. I went up to see my husband, I locked the door, I closed his computer, I pulled up my dress showing him the panties. He looked at me, OK he pulled my the panties down my thighs, turned me around and bent me over his table, and rammed his cock right up my vagina, wet and ready. Never said a word about the panties.
They are dirty panties, stained with his cum, and my juices, and some other woman's juice. And they are folded in my panty drawer, wrong size, wrong cut, my husband never paid attention to them. But I got a secretary's fuck on his office table.
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