Thong

When I wake up, the opposite side of the bed is empty. At some point, I must have fallen asleep, even though I was so distraught that I doubted I would ever be able to sleep again. The memory sits on my mind like an evil goblin.

I can't comprehend that Thomas gets turned on by the idea of his best friend sleeping with me. It's kind of perverse.

But is it any less perverse than what I'm doing? Cheating on him with his best friend. Strangely enough, it feels different now that he knows about it than it did before, when I was doing it secretly. His approval is unsettling. Strange. And yet it seems as if it has brought us closer together. I hadn't expected that.

Looking at the alarm clock, I startle. It's so late already! I jump out of bed and rush to the bathroom. The door to Sina's room is half open. I almost stumble, having to support myself with one hand on the wall. Has Dirk already gotten up and left the house? Otherwise, the door would be closed, right?

No, don't do it! It's a mistake.

Against my better judgment, I tiptoe closer and peek through the gap.

There he is, standing next to the bed with his back to me. Naked. After everything we've done, my natural impulse to look away and run is dulled. I've seen much more of him than just his bare butt. The memory of it fuels the fire in my belly.

He bends over, and a kind of morbid curiosity keeps my eyes glued to his backside. I grin cheekily. Men are always staring at women's butts. Why shouldn't it be the other way around for once?

I lose myself in the sight and take in every detail. Interesting...

I pause. What is he doing? Dirk is rummaging through a drawer. Hey, that's Sina's underwear!

“Stop that!” I burst into the room. My voice booms, my eyes narrow. “Hands off my daughter’s stuff.

He turns around slowly. The corners of his mouth curl upwards. His smile irritates me. Shouldn’t he be acting more contrite and remorseful? I feel a vein in my neck swelling.

A mint green thong dangles from his outstretched index finger. The tiny scrap of fabric throws me off balance. My anger turns to amazement. I can't imagine Sina wearing something like that. Far too daring. No, definitely not. Not my daughter.

“Good morning, sleepyhead.” Dirk is the epitome of good humor. “That's a hot piece of lingerie. I'm sure it would look good on you too.”

There are a thousand reasonable responses to this outrageous insinuation. From “Put it back right now” to “That's none of your business.”

Instead, I stammer, “It won't fit.”

Dirk's grin widens. Insolent.

“Try it on.”

I shake my head, but don't move away when he comes closer and kneels in front of me. Part of me wants to know how far he'll go. I look down at him. Obediently, I lift one foot, then the other.

He pulls up the panties. His hands stroke my thighs.

Icy shivers run up my spine, making the little hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.

I exhale deeply as Dirk pulls the straps over my hips. Gentle hands check the fit with a calmness that confuses me. There is nothing hasty or greedy about his actions; rather, he is confident, as if he has every right to do so.

The thong fits snugly, but not too tight.

I feel it against my skin, the narrow triangle nestling close to my pussy. A senseless pride comes over me at the thought that I still have the figure of a twenty-year-old—or at least can wear her underwear. Dirk rises from the floor, lithe and powerful like a puma. With one movement, he gathers up my nightgown.

He turns me to face the large mirror.

I am amazed to see how unfamiliar and yet attractive I look down there. The silky, shiny fabric stretches over my pussy lips and accentuates them instead of hiding them. It almost looks as if they are being pushed apart, emphasizing the cleft in between. A silent invitation.

“Do you like it? I think it's incredibly sexy,” Dirk whispers in my ear.

I bite my lower lip to keep from answering rashly, but I can't suppress a slight nod.

Dirk presses himself against me from behind. I feel his hardness against my back. My body reacts faster than my mind, leaning into his embrace. My head rests on his shoulder. His arms encircle my waist.

“No...” I murmur. But it's just one word.

A demanding finger finds its target. My legs want to give way. If Dirk weren't holding me, I would sink to the floor. And I let it happen.

He rubs me through the fabric, presses against it, caresses me, gently penetrates me.

A hot moan escapes my lips. Through fluttering eyelids, I see my reflection—an image I can hardly make sense of. It seems as if I am watching a strange woman who is reluctantly drawn into something and yet knows full well that she does not want to prevent it. It is no accident, there is no excuse.

Aargh!

My abdomen cramps. I feel wetness shooting out of me and soaking the thin panties.

Dirk doesn't pull them off, doesn't push them aside. His hand strokes over them, massaging the taut fabric deeper and deeper into my sensitive pussy. Dips it deep into my overflowing fountain.

I close my eyes. Everything inside me is chaos. Dirk's breath on my cheek intensifies the memory of Thomas' loud breathing in the night. The present blurs with the past and the future.

Then... it's over. The bastard lets go of me. Just like that. Without warning. Without explanation. Damn it. I was so close...

“Take it off.”

I can't believe my ears. What does he want?

“Take. It. Off!”

His voice booms in my ears. Imperious. Threatening.

I obey.

My soaked panties go into a plastic bag. It is sealed.

I don't need to ask why he's doing this. Because I already know the answer, but I don't want to believe it.

I'm getting more and more tangled up in the web he's spun for me.

My only consolation is that he hasn't done what I fear most: fuck me on Sina's bed.