It was after 4:00 when I walked across the street to my house. I stripped off my shorts and Cindy’s panties and started a load of laundry. I had to make sure Cindy’s panties were clean and replaced in her closet when she returned tomorrow. I ran a hot shower and while I scrubbed myself from head to toe, my humiliated and embarrassed mind fought with the physical reaction from my body. How could a straight married man be physically turned on by such deviate gay behavior? I had been blackmailed into gay sex and excited by it at the same time. I wanted answers and all I got from myself was internal conflict.
I toweled myself dry, combed my hair, put on a robe and walked to the kitchen for a cold beer. I must have fallen asleep on the couch during the early news because I awoke to the ringing of the phone. Startled, I jumped and as I reached for the phone, I hesitated. What if it was Jack, I really didn’t want to talk to him. I checked the caller ID and it said unavailable. I wanted to talk to Cindy, I wanted to hear her voice, and I wanted to know what time to pick her up at the airport. I needed the safety her homecoming would bring from Jack so I answered the phone. I had never been so glad to hear my wife’s voice. After the usual small chat, how was your day, how’s the weather, anything new, Cindy explained that they had not finished their defense. Cindy’s firm almost exclusively defends large corporations against lawsuits. She went on to explain that hopefully, closing arguments would be tomorrow afternoon and she would be home either late Wednesday or sometime Thursday, if everything went their way. I was devastated and I started whining. I told her how much I missed her, how much I was looking forward to seeing her. Cindy listened to me for a few minutes and then unloaded on me. I guess it was all the tension from the trial but she explained how she makes all the money, she works all the time and how all the nice things we enjoy are because of her and her work. She ended the conversation with, “I’ll let you know when I’ll be home and I expect the house to be clean and the yard work done.” With that, she said good-bye and abruptly hung up. My day had finally gotten worse.
I slept fairly good that night knowing Jack thought Cindy would be home tomorrow and he would leave me alone. The ringing of the phone woke me the next morning and thinking it was Cindy, I answered. It wasn’t Cindy, it was Jack.
“Good morning my little cock sucking slut.” I knew Jack was still at home and wondered where his wife Janice was.
“Damn,” I thought to myself. “Hello Jack,” was all I could say.
“Listen closely,” he started. “Wear a pair of Cindy’s thong panties, pink, and if she doesn’t have any pink thongs, buy yourself a pair. Be at my office at 12:30 today.”
“Jack, Cindy is coming home today, you have to give me a break,” I pleaded and lied.
All he said was, “that’s your problem, be here at 12:30 sharp.” With that, he hung up the phone.
I spent another long morning thinking and worrying about the situation I had gotten myself in and at the same time, trying to figure a way out. Things just seemed to be getting worse.
I rode the elevator to the 12th floor and was directed down a long hall to Jack’s office. Sitting at a desk in front of large double doors was a man typing on a computer. When he looked at me I explained that I had a meeting with Jack and after making a phone call, told me to proceed through the double doors. On the other side was a reception area as big as my den and appointed much more expensively. The beautiful young redhead, who I guessed to be about 24, asked, “ you’re here to see Mr. O? (no last names in this story)
“Yes,” I said. She picked up the phone and said, “Your 12:30 is here.” As I watched her, I could tell she was listening intently and as she started to giggle, she said, “Yes Sir.”
The redhead looked at me, stood up, walked around the front of her desk, sat seductively on the corner and with a big grin, said to me, “Mr. O said for you to strip to your panties, he’ll be with you shortly.”
I couldn’t believe my ears; Jack wanted me to strip in his outer office and in front of this beauty. “Excuse me,” was all I said.
She repeated herself and just stood there, sitting on the desk watching. I couldn’t move, I think I was in shock. She brought me back to reality when she said, “you better hurry up, if Mr. O comes out and finds you dressed, well, you probably know,” and she was grinning the whole time.
I removed my shirt and placed it on her desk as directed. Then my shoes and socks. The last thing I wanted was to be standing in front of this woman in nothing but my wife’s pink thong panties. “Go on,” she said.
After I stripped off my pants, she looked me up and down, giggled, and went back to work. I had been totally humiliated.
