After fucking the stranger in his hotel room, tasting his cum, swallowing it, letting him use and violate me in ways I’ve yearned for, while my husband was at home doing who knows what to his fat little side chick with her fucking ugly yellow panties, I went home. Of course, as a flight attendant, it took longer than just a jaunt across town. I found this stranger in another city, an airport hotel, far from home. Being in my profession, I could cheat on my husband whenever I wanted, but I never had. Not until a few days ago. And that was after finding his mistress’s panties in my fucking laundry room. I am angry, can you tell?
My revenge sex was hot. At least there was that. My husband hadn’t fucked me like that in months. Maybe that’s how long he’s been hammering his new girl, who knows. I want to catch them. I want to walk in on them and see what she does to him, what he does to her. It wouldn’t be a shock now. The shock was finding her undies. Again, in my fucking laundry room! So what did I do when I got home? I fucked his brains out.
Remember, we were supposed to have date night. I bought a copy of those terrible yellow cheekinis (in my smaller size of course) that I found, her yellow cheekinis. I’ll tell you, if it weren’t for the color, they would be hot. But yellow underwear. It’s the color of something I’m not ever trying to think of during sex. Whatever. Date night is later. And I am going to wear them. To see if he notices. I wonder if he looks for them. I wonder if he even knows they are missing, or were ever there to begin with. Maybe they got scooped up after their clothes came off when they jumped into the shower together. We have an overly big shower, plenty of room for sex. Hot, soapy sex. I wonder if she lathered him up, scrubbed every inch, rinsed him off, and then got her knees and presented her face for fucking. Or did he fuck her from behind, her hands on the glass, moaning, screaming as his cock went farther and deeper inside her. Maybe he got her worked enough and stretched her other entry with a soapy finger, before fucking her in her slutty little ass. The shower, after all, is the best place for that, at least to start. It’s nice and clean!
That’s what I think about now. What he did to her, and what she did to him. And then I think about my stranger. In a way I’m glad I found her fucking underwear. It led to the best sex I’ve had in quite a while. Well, until I got home that is.
My husband was home when I returned. I put on my happy face, I can do that. Most girls can’t. I can. Oh they say they can, but why then do their husbands always say, “what’s wrong? I know something is wrong.” Of course they do, they can sense it. They aren’t as dumb as we would like them to be. Actually, this was easy. I was happy. I had just gotten laid the night before, I came more than once, and felt valuable again. So, yeah, I was happy! We exchanged pleasantries and a quick kiss. I told him I need a shower after the flight, a long hot, soapy shower, and left him in the living room to enjoy whatever he was doing before I returned.
I made my way through the bedroom, I unzipped my skirt, and unbuttoned my blouse, tossing both of them onto the bed as I walked into the bathroom. I started the shower, letting the water heat up before I stepped in. Meanwhile, I wiggled out of my black silk panties and let my VS bra fall to the tile floor. I left them there. I stole a glance at myself in the mirror, grabbed my razor, and stepped into the shower. The same shower that he probably fucked Ms. Yellow Panties in. I bet her tits were all soaped up and on this glass. Whatever. I enjoyed my shower. I made myself smooth in all the right places, and had a little shower fun with the wand. Enough to turn me on.
After my shower, I dried my hair with the hair dryer. Why? You’ll see. I re-applied a little makeup, using the pink lipstick that my husband likes, and just the right amount of blush to bring a dab of color. I didn’t want the evening fuck me look, I wanted cute but sexy. I got it. That would be the only color for the rest of the evening. I made sure my skin was completely dry, and dressed myself up. Black fishnet stockings, black gloves, and a black corset. Oh, and a black thong that I am quite sure when I bent over showed my tiny little pussy; all smooth of course. I completed the look with a sexy pair of black heels that matched it all. I went deep into the closet to find my black sex whip. I was angry. I was horny. And I was going to do whatever the fuck I wanted.
I walked out the bathroom, making sure the sound of my heels was heard on our faux-wood floor. Click, click, click. Out of the bedroom, I reached the living room. He was on the couch, watching some dumbass sports show, he couldn’t see me from where I was. “Get the fuck up, ” I said, and tapped my heel on the floor, loudly. It startled him. He turned around and saw me. “Get in the fucking bedroom, now!” He did as he was told. Wouldn’t you?
–Natalie
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