While my new adulterous love, Edward, wasn't interested to know about my husband and family, he too like my husband was jealous. He wanted control by marking me as his. For Valentine's Day hubby bought me a sheer red panty with a big embroidered heart, his attempt to counter brand me.
I called Edward the next morning,
"Yes, sweetie pie. What's up?"
"Are you still in bed?"
"No, I'm munching toast. It would be better munching you."
"Get back in bed. I'm coming over. Tell Sir Lancelot I got a surprise."
"What kind of surprise?
"Just stay in bed and don't get bed crumbs on the sheets. I just cleaned them"
Racing over with the panty on, skipping my usual Mall parking lot drive through security check, I let myself in with the key I now had, scampered up to his bedroom and put my finger to my lips as I entered.
"Shhh, stay in bed! I got your surprise, look see."
I lifted my skirt and flashed the panty, slowly turned around and back, pranced about, and flouted it with a few old belly dance moves.
Fluttering close as he watched transfixed, he reached over, grabbed me and pulled me to bed. Still dressed including shoes, he pushed aside the panty. Finished, we lay next to one another,
"I like my Valentine’s present but you’re a day late."
"Turn you on? Lance seems to like it."
"Look's great. Where’d you get it?'
"Don't question a present."
"Tell me, where?"
"Gift? Who? Who buys you panties? Are you seeing another?"
"Don't be silly."
"Oh, don't worry my suspicious Sir Lancelot, hubby”.
"Take it off! Take it off! Give it to me! I don't want you to wear it."
After stupidly telling the truth, struggling to get it past my shoes, he grabbed it, roughly, pulled it off, got up and tossed it in the bathroom waste basket. Back in bed, he forced his way as I protested. Mounted, he sucked on my neck and gave me a hickey as I squirmed to get him to stop.
After he finished, I felt my neck, got up with the excuse of needing to use the resstroom and looked in the bathroom mirror. He left a big red blotch, marking me as his. Branded with his hickey, I retrieved the panty and hid it in my bra. When I came out of the bathroom, he had already gone downstairs. I slipped on the panty, descended the stairs and informed him.
"I need to rush home."
"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry Sunshine. Forgive me."
'No, it was a mistake, my mistake. I'm sorry I upset you."
I left taking blame.
Some girls at work unabashedly showed off a hickey. I wore a turtleneck for a week. Hubby stared but said nothing after my desperate explanation a broom handle was the cause. Edward was apologetic when he called and didn’t mention the rescued panty. He asked what my husband's reaction was, not mentioning but inferring about the hickey. I told him he never noticed which made him feel better but I re-learned guppies, need to be kept separate to avoid another imbroglio, the next which could upend all my machinations of serving two men.
In response to the red panty fiasco Edward took me to a lingerie shop and bought risqué hipsters embroidered with cheeky, "Ring My Chimes", "Please, Please Me", "Make Me Purr", "Stroke My Fire", "Pull Down To Open", “Try It You’ll Like It” and "Shake And Bake and one even with a zipper crotch all to proclaim Miss Puki was his.
Hubby was fascinated with my logo underwear and asked where I got them. I lied and said K-Mart. He went there and couldn’t find any like them. I lied again and said it was a close out. He remained suspicious as I didn’t shop at K-Mart but was also fascinated. Even though he suspected something, he was pleased I wore them and was aroused when I did.
Thereafter Edward’s command was I never wear any panties he did not select. I never wore lingerie when with Edward without his stamp of approval but disobeyed and with hubby often wore ones he selected including his red Valentine. Wearing different panties, I two timed both.
Author Notes: The wanton wife learns to keep lover and husband in separate worlds.