Jean reached for his wet sticky cock and clutched it happily, the way a child holds onto a favorite toy. She felt so close to her husband tonight, closer than she had for a long time. With optimistic conviction she sensed that everything would be all right now. She would never have to feel lonely and neglected again. Todd still loved her. She had his hot cum seeping from her cunt-hole to prove it. As long as she knew that, she could take anything.

She was on the very verge of letting herself drift into sleep when in the dim light from the bedside lamp she spied Todd's clothes strewn in a heap on the floor. Usually Todd was very careful with his clothes. He took care of them himself, hanging them up, deciding which ones should go to the laundry and taking them there himself. Jean was spared that part of a housewife's task.

Something about the careless way he had left his clothes, in his hot pursuit of her body, made Jean love him all the more. She wanted to do one last little thing for him tonight. Like a good wife, she would pick up after him.

His suit was an expensive beige Swedish knit. She picked up the jacket and felt the pockets for handkerchiefs and loose change. The suit was ready for the cleaners.

Instead of Todd's familiar white linen handkerchief, she pulled out a lace-trimmed pair of pink panties. Jean was so shocked by her discovery that her jaw fell open and both jacket and panties fell from her hands at the same time. Her confused mind searched recklessly for an explanation. There was only one that even began to make sense. Todd had a lover, one who wore pink lacy panties.

Suddenly her shock was replaced with an overwhelming fury.