You’re pathetic.” Kate snarled with an unmistakable tone of disdain in her voice. Her husband, Matt, just sat there, hanging his head in shame. He had come to know that tone very well in their seventeen years together.
Looking down at him, Kate just shook her head. There was her husband, on his knees on the bedroom floor; pants down around his ankles. In one hand he held a pair her silky black underwear that he had pulled out of the dirty laundry hamper moments earlier. In the other hand he held his erection. But she wasn’t surprised.
“Go ahead, do it.” she told him. “You might as well play with it as long as its out. Who knows when your next chance will be.”
Almost reluctantly, Matt began gently pinching and pulling on the tip of his hard-on with two fingers, his foreskin sliding back and forth over the head of his penis slowly. It was the first time he’d been free from his chastity cage in two weeks and the sticky pre-cum all over his fingers and foreskin was clearly visible to his wife.
“You like sniffing my dirty underwear, don’t you.” she chuckled. The question required no response. But she knew he did. She knew he would sniff each and every pair in the dirty clothes as he was putting her laundry in the wash. She knew he’d pick them up off the floor and put them to his face each and every time he tidied the bedroom. She knew, and she allowed it.
Right one cue, Matt lifted his wife’s panties to his face and took a deep breath. He inhaled her scent, his arousal peaking.
“Fucking pathetic. You’d better stop playing with yourself or you know what will happen.”
Matt pulled his fingers away from his gooey penis head and stopped. She was right. If he continued to masturbate like that, he knew he’d come. He wouldn’t be able to help it. He had very little self control at the best of times, but she was fueling his excitement and he had to stop. It was too much.
He looked up at her.
The woman he loved with all of his heart was wearing a new lingerie ensemble of black garters and fishnet stockings with her high heels. She liked to dress up for sex and she looked fantastic. Matt lifted her underwear to his face and inhaled again as he gazed at the site of her.
Brad, the man Kate had been dating for the past ten months would be there to pick her up soon. He was taking her away for the weekend to a lakeside resort a couple of hours away.
“What kind of man gets off on his wife being with someone else?” Kate mocked as she looked away from Matt and slid into the sheer red dress she bought to wear for Brad. It was another rhetorical question, and one she had posed to her husband countless times. “Seriously,” she continued, returning her glare at Matt on the floor. “Another man is taking your wife on a romantic getaway. And your little dick is hard.” Her words dripping with even more contempt now.
“Are you wondering if I have fallen in love with a better man, Matt?” This time the question wasn’t rhetorical. up Kate knew the answer, of course. She loved her husband and she knew what he was. She loved him in part because of what he was. What he had become, for her.
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