A stained thong

Your relationship evolved quickly. Your two sons adored her as much as you did and you believed that both of them fell in love with her or her daughter, which wasn't a big surprise. She had been your sons age and she was a younger image of her mother.

Soon you talked about moving together. She had some rough times as a single mom and piled up debts, so she was **** to leave her house in the near future. It didn't bother you and you suggest that she and her daughter moved in with you. Your house is large enough, even after they moved in, the five people of you had enough space for some privacy. Marie slept with you in the bedroom on the first floor, your oldest son also had his room on the same floor. Her daughter took a room on the second floor, next to your younger son.

Although there had been some fighting, you all came along very well and you hoped it would stay this way. But time would proof otherwise.

Three months after Marie moved in with her daughter (beeing together for about nine months now) you found something suspicious. It was a saturday morning. Nobody was home, your sons had some sports events and so did Hannah, Marie's daughter, and Marie herself left early for the gym. The night before she met with an old friend of her from school, nothing unusual. Having a free weekend ahead, you thought about taking care off the house. Normally the housekeeper would do the laundry on monday but as you descend into the basement, there was a huge pile of clothes. Putting it in the washer you underestimated the amount of clothes. There was more than one load but you thought that your housekeeper Armanda would be thankful, so you filled the machine.

You were about to leave the basement when the machine started to rumble as you discover one of Maries thongs on top of the pile that was left. That was odd, you thought to yourself, because you recognize the purple fabric, Marie wore that one yesterday when she came back. You had been in bed already as she returned, reading a bit. Marie talked a bit and then she took off her clothes in front of you before she went tothe bathroom to take a shower. You had been sure it was the same one, but why would the thong lay between all he clothes and not on top. Either it was another thong or she must have hidden it there. Bells started to ring and you stopped . You took the thong off the pile to inspect it.

Before you could have a closer look you could already feel, that the fabric was still soaked and as you looked inside, you could see some white staines on it.

'She cheated' was the first thought that came in your mind. At first you felt empty, your heart was beating like crazy but you felt dead inside. You couldn't clearly and then it hits you all at once: Anger and rage, hate and wrath. But those feelings disappeared quickly and instead you felt pain.

But there was something else: arousal. The image of your girlfriends thong covered in cum of a stranger made you hard. Rock hard, almost painful. You didn't wanted to admit it, but you never wanted to grab your boner on the very same spot and jack off so badly.

But you didn't, all those feelings came back and you put the thong back on the pile, leaving the basement. It couldn't be true, you told yourself, Marie would never cheat on you, you loved her and she loved you, everything went so great. Looking back you know that you denied the truth.

Without realizing it you walked into the kitchen and suddenly Marie stood behind you, putting her bag with a bang on the table. You jumped because you didn't hear her entering the house. Realizing that you still had a boner, you try to hid it hastily while turning around.

"Didn't you hear me coming?" Marie asked. You could only mumble a no. As you turned around she inspected you, looking up and down once: "Is everything okay?"