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It finally happened, after 12 years of marriage, my wife Karen left me. Things hadn’t really been too good for the last 2 years, a lot of fighting, only sex once in a blue moon, and the usual depression on her part. It hadn’t always been that way obviously. There was a time when all was bliss and we couldn’t get enough of each other, but I guess we grew apart.
She’d been gone, off to stay with a friend about 4 hours away until she decided what she was going to do with herself, when I started getting pissed. I was a little drunk and feeling lonely. I called her and she said she didn’t want to talk with me anymore, her lawyer would do the talking now. I told her I was lonely and she laughed and said I should’ve been nicer to the neighbors and I’d probably have someone to talk with. With that she hung up. I thought about that and she was probably right, but I just didn’t like too many here in the town homes. Most seemed very involved in their kids lives or didn’t like to party much. We had been to a few community picnic-party things, but the only ones that really talked were the 2 who lived next door, and they had a reputation as…..weird. They weren’t a couple, although they were a man and woman, he was apparently gay, which really made me not like him and she had, from what Karen had heard around, a very bizarre and kinky side, though we’d never seen it. She was rather heavy and unattractive, and as I said he was apparently gay, though I’d never seen either with anyone else, but we did know they were basically friends that needed each other, and worked together, they shared the place as a convenience.
Now, I am not a mean person, but I did usually make under-my-breath comments about the “fag-boy” just out of range of him, or about her being like trailer trash. I probably never should have done that.
So with no friends to speak of, and no wife anymore I sat home alone that Friday night sulking.
Saturday came and by about 3 in the afternoon I was climbing the walls. I was bored to death!! I looked around the place and thought she’s not coming home, she took most of her things, I might as well get rid of the rest of her shit too. It was a lot more than I thought and had too make about 10 trips to the dumpster that afternoon and evening. On the final trip, about 7 in the eve, Jan, the weird woman next door was on her little patio and said with a shit-eating grin that she heard Karen had left me. I asked how she knew and she said Karen had called a few days earlier to tell her goodbye and so nobody would think I had killed her or something! This sort of shocked me since I didn’t think they really knew each other that well, but what did I know, I shrugged and went inside and had a few beers.
About 9:00 I went to the bedroom to pull some shorts on but tripped and walloped my toe on what used to be her dresser, which I immediately blamed her for and ripped the top drawer out to throw it when a bunch of clothes fell out. I looked and it was all her sexy lingerie she hadn’t worn for me for a couple years. This depressed me more and I got a trash bag to throw it in.
While picking them up the silky softness felt so good. I thought about this and it had been about 3 months since I’d had sex. I lay on the bed and pulled down my shorts and underwear and used a pair of her silky panties to jerk-off into. God I came in buckets, but felt guilty and just threw them in a corner and promptly fell asleep.
Sunday I played golf with 3 guys from the office, but afterward, nobody wanted to go for drinks, they all had families, so it was time to head home. I got home, made some dinner watched some television, then went to bed.
I decided to immerse myself in my work that week and did pretty good, even working a few extra hours. After a few more weeks of working hard I was finally feeling a little better and not as depressed about Karen. ON a Saturday evening I decided to go to a semi-local club about 10 miles away, and see if maybe I could get a date or something. At first the place was doing pretty good, lots of people and a few VERY attractive women, including a waitress that seemed to take a liking to me. I watched some football with the other men there and cheered for the home team. About midnight I realized I had a pretty good buzz going so I figured it was time to head home. I looked for the waitress but she must have left already. Oh well, I was tired now anyway. So home I went and got a good night of sleep.
Played golf again Sunday, I did pretty well, and this time one of the guys wanted to go for a beer. We had 2 and I told him about Karen. He said it happens sometimes and asked if I wanted to come to his home and have a good home cooked meal with his family, I told him maybe some other time, and we headed our ways. I got home had a couple more beers ate a quick dinner and went to bed early.
The next work-week started as usual, and I worked some extra time, but then came Thursday evening. My life was about to change.
There was a legal letter waiting for me when I got the mail. T seemed most of my assets were now frozen until we got divorced, she wanted 80 percent of everything. I was furious, called my attorney who said this was normal procedure so I didn’t run with all assets. There was enough for me to live on ok. He said she’d be lucky to get 50% since she was the one that left. I was quite relieved.
I finished work Friday and realized it was starting to get dark earlier these days, the summer was pretty much over. I thought about going to the bar again to see the waitress but figured I better watch my spending for a while, so decided to stay in. The place needed a good cleaning anyway, so out with the vacuum and off to work I went. When I was sweeping the last room, the bedroom, I saw the bag of her things in the corner and got to thinking. I thought, I’ll teach that bitch a lesson and cum in her panties again only this time mail them to her afterward. I grabbed a frilly pair of sheer yellow panties and started stroking away. I stopped, thinking how awesome they felt and decided to actually try them on. They actually fit ok, and I was hard as a rock immediately. I rubbed myself about 3 times through them and shot a huge load! Damn that felt good! I removed them got in a shower and went to bed satisfied.
On Saturday it rained a good deal of the day so I just lay around watching the tube. But Saturday night rolled around and I was thinking about her lingerie again. I ran upstairs stripped and slipped on some pink thongs, then saw the matching thigh high hose and sheer nightie. I wasn’t sure if I should do this but said what the fuck, slipping the hose on, (they felt wonderful), then the nightie. There was a big tent in the panties and I laughed about that, wondering how ridiculous I looked. I decided to go downstairs and look in the full length mirror in the hall. I did look silly but was horny as hell. I wanted this to last longer than the previous evening so I didn’t touch myself for a while, just lounged on the recliner and watched the tube some but couldn.t concentrate on the shows. I figured ok, I’m going to get off now and was going to head upstairs, but I was somehow stuck on the recliner. I realiked when I raied it back up the nightie had caught in the crease, but I couldn’t pull it loose. Finally I had to sit on the arm of the chair, sort of lean back to recline it and then retrieve the fabric. I finally got it loose and was laughing at my position, sort of spread eagle with a big tent in my panties when there were several flashes of light. I thought we might be in for a storm and got ready to head up, tweaking my cock a couple times as I rose and a couple more flashes, the it happened, my sliding glass door opened, and in walked Jan, cell phone in hand and took another picture before I could react at all.
I was frozen as she closed the door behind her laughing like a banshee. I tried to cover up but she got quite serious then and said no you don’t you bastard. She pushed me right onto the sofa and stood menacingly over me. “I think I’ve got me a new plaything” she growled. All I could do was cower
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