I began to look forward to her heavy date on Saturday nightalmost as much as she did after a while, preparing her, helpingher bathe, slipping on a new...pair of thong panties, getting a peckon my cheek and watching her go off. A couple of times I dropped heroff at her main lover's pad and picked her up. It reached the pointwhere I became her social secretary for her dates, searching andarranging the meeting. My beautiful wife got into the group thing,and once in a while said she needed several. His eyes just got huge, and this enormous grin was plastered all over his face. He kept saying, "You son-of-a-bitch! You lucky ratbastard!" I didn't tell him the whole truth; I purposely avoided mentioning Barb's age, I just told him that she was a grocery checker. As open and enthusiastic as he was, I wasn't sure what his opinion would be if he knew she was only 16. He's been after me for so long to leave Susan that he was certain this was the end of my marriage, he thought that in no time at. 'Yeah. All of it.' 'And the underwear? It is important, honey.' 'Why?' 'So it feels natural. You have to feel at home in it all, thatyou've been wearing it all for years. That way he won't thinkthere's anything wrong.' 'How wrong?' Jon was suspicious. 'I don't want him thinking you look uncomfortable in it all. Ifhe thinks something's wrong then he'll...' She trailed off withan ominous shrug. 'Okay, okay. I've been wearing the bra and the garters. Justlike you showed me. Panties to work too.'. I groan and grab my phone from the side of my pillow and put it to my ear, not bothering to check who it is. "Darling. Oh god, baby, I miss you so much," he says, his voice sounding deep, "open your window for me, will ya?" "Why?" I ask, stretching and yawning before getting up and walking to the window. “Don’t ask, just do it. You’ll be happy when you do,” he tells me, making me more curious. I open my curtain and see him standing there, smiling, looking as handsome as ever. "Oh my god," I.