His suspicious mind wanders...

The more he read, the more he couldn’t get the whole idea of his wife’s infidelity out of his mind. Why did she need to password protect her Blackberry? Did she really need to stay away on business as often as she did? Was she right now on her knees sucking her bosses cock?

He got up and headed downstairs to the utility room and the laundry basket.

Before he could stop himself he was rummaging through the dirty washing, pulling out Doe’s worn panties and thongs and carefully studying them. Several carried dried whitish stains. All reeked of pussy. What did it mean? Surely if it was cum she wouldn’t just toss them in the wash basket.

His cock throbbed painfully in his pants. Ashamed he stuffed them all back in the basket except for one flimsy black thong that he took back to his office with him...