Tom and his wife Sharon were shopping and Tom was
wishing he could die. He was the only man in the
lingerie department of the department store. Sharon was
buying panties to replenish her dwindling supply. She
mumbled to herself as she browsed rack after rack,
dropping the names of various men at the warehouse
where she was a shipping clerk. Such-and-such a guy
liked yellow, such-and-such liked lacy panties. Tom
noticed other women looking at Sharon and at him. He
sidled over and murmured, “Honey, do you have to talk?
People can hear!”
Sharon glanced at him in disgust. “Oh, just go and wait
by the cashier, will you? Honestly! What a fuss you
make every time I buy some panties!” Tom opened his
mouth to argue, but thought better of it, and did as he
was told. Sharon would not hesitate to take the paddle
to his bottom at home if she was angry enough. It had
been a year since the last time but the memory was
fresh in Tom’s mind.
As he drove home, Tom wondered if he should try to
convince her to change her ways. He knew he had to
approach the subject diplomatically, as she tended to
get defensive. He decided he would try and present it
as a financial topic, rather than as an attempt to
salvage the shreds of his manhood. “Honey,” he said,
“those panties came to over $300.” She looked over at
him. “Yes, so what?”
“Sharon darling, you know I want you to have nice
things, but we’re spending that amount almost every
month now.”
“Well, Tom, unless you want me to go to work every day
with NO panties…”
“Oh no, no, sweetheart… but maybe you could tell the
guys not to take them after… you know…” Tom
stopped, embarrassed and red-faced.
“That’s a real bright idea, Tom”, said his wife. “I’ll
just tell Big Mike, all 220 lbs. of him, that he can’t
keep my panties after he takes them off and fucks me.
What should I do, wrestle him to the ground and take
them back?”
“No, I guess not, dear,” said Tom.
“No, I guess not indeed, you dummy. Just drive.”
Tom had intended to follow up with a suggestion to
maybe not have sex with everyone and anyone at work,
but he realized that such a proposal was not going to
fly.
Sharon had landed the job at the warehouse about 3
years previously. She had gone to the interview in a
skirt that Tom thought was much too short. She had come
home late that evening, drunk and dishevelled, with the
news that she was starting the following Monday. Tom
was pleased to find out that the boss had interviewed
and hired her within a half hour, but a little
disturbed that he had immediately taken her for a
celebration lunch and cocktails, a celebration that
lasted some 6 hours. It didn’t sound like normal Human
Resources Department procedure to Tom.
As she stumbled upstairs Tom followed behind with the
shoes she had kicked off. He looked up as she reached
the top of the stairs and realized in horror that she
was wearing no panties. He stopped in shock, but Sharon
proceeded into the bathroom and locked the door. His
mind was racing and his stomach was in knots. Had she
allowed her new boss to have sex with her already?
Sharon had indulged her taste for extra-marital flings
within a year of their wedding day. She met a good-
looking stranger while grocery shopping and agreed to
go for a drink at a nearby bar. Drinks were followed by
a two hour bout of lusty lovemaking at his apartment.
She made no attempt to conceal her adultery from Tom.
His angry outburst was met with indifference.
He packed a suitcase and booked into a nearby motel,
calling only to let her know where he was. Then he sat
back and waited for her to beg him to come home. He
would go home, he thought, but only after laying down
some stiff rules about her conduct. She would know who
was boss when he was finished! A week went by without
any contact, then another. He began to drive by the
house each day, hoping for a glimpse of her.
On different occasions, unfamiliar cars would be parked
in the driveway. He tried to convince himself she had
girlfriends visiting. After a month he crumbled and
called to say he was coming home. Sharon quickly told
him that if he came back it would be on her terms. He
caved and went home wondering how, in the span of only
a month, his grand scheme for bringing her to heel had
been completely reversed.
When he arrived Sharon was standing in the living room.
She did not look pleased to see him. He endured a 15
minute verbal assault punctuated by slaps to his face.
This was followed by a trip to the kitchen where he was
ordered to undress and bend over the table. His
protests were silenced by her threat to have some “new
friends” come over and hold him down. She delivered 10
hard smacks to his bottom with a wooden paddle, leaving
him blubbering in humiliation.
“That’s what you get if you throw a tantrum and run
away from home”, she told him. “Why do you behave like
a child just because I have casual sex with other men?
As if it means anything!”
And so the pattern was set for their life together. To
her credit, Sharon never rubbed Tom’s nose in it by
bringing her lovers home. Her flings occurred in hotel
rooms, bar and club parking lots and eventually at
work. Tom’s horror 3 years previously at the sight of
his wife arriving home from the interview, drunk and
without panties (and no doubt well fucked) was an
emotion that he would experience frequently.
His humiliation did not lessen over the years. Within a
few days of commencing her new job, Sharon was being
hit on and groped by the numerous warehouse workers,
drivers and management types who had cause to visit her
office. The short skirts she always wore made for easy
access to her ass and pussy. Pantyhose were a no-no for
Sharon.
It wasn’t long before the first of the many male
employees at Global Warehousing was ushering Sharon
into a small storeroom for a midday blowjob. He
couldn’t believe his luck. He was back the following
day for more. This time he turned her face to the wall
and slipped her panties off. Sharon liked the way he
held her the back of her neck tightly and bent her over
at the waist. He worked his cock into her and fucked
her rapidly for about 30 seconds. She felt him shoot
into her. He pulled out, spun her round to face him and
pushed her to her knees. He indicated that he needed
his cock licked clean. When he was satisfied, he helped
her to her feet and kissed her. “Same time tomorrow?”
She smiled and shook her head. He looked disappointed.
“Don’t take me for granted,” she told him. “That would
be a mistake. And let’s keep this quiet, OK?”
He assured her that he would, but within a couple of
days every man working there knew that the new girl in
Shipping could be had. Big Mike, the forklift driver,
was one of the first to take advantage of a horny and
willing co-worker. He was also the first to walk away
from the storeroom with Sharon’s panties in his pocket.
When he held them up for public viewing in the
lunchroom, he started a fad.
Every guy there was immediately determined to have his
own pair of Sharon’s panties to boast about. And so
barely a day went by when Sharon didn’t accommodate one
or more of the almost 200 men who were her co-workers.
And while she didn’t lose her panties every time, she
became quite accustomed to driving home with nothing on
under her skirt. Her appetite was voracious enough that
she didn’t shut Tom out completely.
She would often lead him to the bedroom for a little
fun and games when she got home from work. Of course on
these occasions Tom was aware that he was probably not
the first man to be inside his wife that day. And when
she wanted him to orally service her, he knew he was
tasting more than just her love juice. When he
initially protested such a request, he experienced the
paddle once more. Subsequently he obeyed without
question.
And so, once a month or so, Sharon had to restock her
underwear drawer. And for some reason unknown to Tom
she made him come along. He would cringe as he drove
while she chatted on her cell phone to co-workers,
laughing and joking about the theft of her panties.
The calls were not limited to her cell phone.
Every night their phone at home would ring and Tom
would be ordered to answer it, knowing full well that
it would be a male voice who would ask to speak to
Sharon. All of the employees at Global were aware they
didn’t have anything to worry about as far as Tom was
concerned. Sharon would giggle like a schoolgirl as she
listened to her most recent lover describe how he was
enjoying her panties. Tom, meanwhile, would squirm in
shame and embarrassment.
Much, much worse for Tom than the shopping trips and
the phone calls, though, was the annual Global
Warehousing Christmas Party. Each year he was forced to
accompany Sharon to whatever locale the Social
Committee had rented. There he would endure the agony
of knowing that every man there was secretly laughing
at him. And of course Sharon would disappear at regular
intervals for a few minutes at a time, returning a
little drunker and a little more dishevelled each time.
All the married men, of course, had to be on their best
behavior, but there were plenty of single guys whisking
her away for dances and drinks. They paid no attention
to Tom at all. The only people who did were other wives
who suspected their husbands were misbehaving at work,
and who, after a drink or two, would tell Tom to get
his slut in check and keep her away from their men. At
the most recent Christmas party he had been obliged to
look for her at the end of the night.
He discovered her unconscious in a small meeting room
in the community center. She was sprawled on her back
on a table, legs splayed and dress bunched up round her
waist. As to be expected her panties were nowhere in
sight. Her pussy was gaping and cum was oozing from it.
Obviously the last guy to fuck her had just recently
left the room. She had cum in her hair and on her face.
Tom lifted her from the table and tried to make her as
respectable as possible. Then he waited till he thought
everyone had left to go home. However, as he half-
carried, half-walked his drunk wife to the exit he saw
that there were still a few stragglers. They looked
away as he passed but as he opened the door he heard
the snorts and laughs. He spent the following day
waiting on her as she suffered through her hangover in
bed.
The bedside phone rang a few times and he heard her
laughing to the callers as they recounted the events of
the previous night. During one conversation he heard
her say: “Oh, I don’t know…I don’t remember anything
after the 12th guy!!” Tom cringed. How many men had
fucked her?
As he brought her tea that afternoon, she was chatting
on the phone again. By the way she looked at him when
he came in, he knew that he was the topic of the
conversation. She held a hand up as a signal for him to
wait. “Really?”, she asked the caller. “Wouldn’t that
look silly, a man in a French Maid’s uniform? Oh, I
see, she would do a makeover? Uh-huh, yeah, shave his
legs… a wig… yeah. OK, that’s sounds like fun! Get
me the number, will ya? OK bye.”
Tom’s stomach was doing slow revolutions. She sat up so
that he could put the tray on her lap. “What was that
about, dear?” he asked.
She sneered. “I’ll let you know. Now get out, I want to
watch TV in peace.”
Tom walked slowly back to the kitchen. He knew his
nightmare was about to enter a new phase…