I was so wrapped up in my jack-off session that Ididn’t notice the door to the bathroom open. “So that’s why my panties are always s... wet when I dothe laundry,” my wife said as I froze, my cockstiffening even more at my situation of being caught.“You’re a pantyboy, a pantyboy,” she said mockingly,“why didn’t you tell me sooner?”“I, uh I, well, there was a, a time when I ah… Iwanted to and…”“Oh shut up you. She had loosened her pony tail, and her blonde locks waved behind her. The jeans outfit she had been wearing when they left the house had given way to an outfit that mirrored Todd’s, only in reverse. Her blouse was tight, black lace with a corseted top that gave a peek at her cleavage. Her midriff was bare, despite the chill in the air, and perhaps because of it, as the chill hardened her nipples to visible points, even behind the dark material. Her pants were gleaming white leather, with high. Are we just fucked up, Allie?"She shrugged. "I'm not sure I'm the one to answer that question." How did it happen?" he asked.So she told him. The whole story. Her first time with Jack, Analise's blackmail and coercion, Abigail's role in rescuing her and how their oldest sister dealt with the whole affair issue. She told about her first time with Abigail. She left out the details of the sex itself, but she noticed him squirm and shift. She told about the day of sledding and the confrontations. She again began to caress my foot, as she pulled a pair of the tall heeled shoes from the box. As they slipped on, her fingers lingered everywhere they touched, and she again leered at me.I smiled back at her, pushing myself up to stand there with her mouth only inches away from my cunt, which was now moist and probably a bit fragrant. Still holding her eyes, I drew my skirt high enough to bare my now tingling pussy. Somewhere in the back of my mind, as it had before, my conscience was.