Discovered (Part One)

I didn't hear the door close, neither did I hear the creak of the stairs. But what I did hear was "what the fuck are you doing"? My wife had arrived home very early, apparently because her meeting had been cancelled. My embarrassment could not be concealed as I stood in the bedroom naked with my rigid cock in my hand. Naked that is except for the garter belt, black sheer stockings and a tiny g-string. Also laid out before me on the bed were approximately 30 porn magazines, already open on selected pages, one of which I had planned to offload my sperm onto after a suitable period of masturbation. Most of the open pages already showed the effects of my previous wanking sessions. Something else to feel embarrassed about. After all it was one thing to be in possession of a stash of porn mags but when they all displayed the crusty, stained and torn results of numerous jerk off sessions, then it clearly showed what a dirty, perverted wanker I truly was. She stood staring at me, with a horrified expression on her face, mouth open and speechless. I have no idea what I looked like I can only imagine, quite pathetic I should think. Especially as my dick was now hanging completely flaccid from the side of my tiny panties. After a few minutes of me stammering and stuttering apologetically I made a move to rid of myself of what a few minutes earlier had been very sexy, erotic lingerie and now frankly felt a bit disgusting. She told me to stop and to stay exactly as I was, walking slowly towards me she took long, lingering glances at me, surveying every inch of me. I knew she wanted to intimidate and humiliate me and she was doing a good job. I pleaded with her to let me get dressed and clear everything away but she responded to nothing I was saying. Finally she stood facing me, the tips of her high heeled shoes almost touching my nylon clad feet. Reaching down she flicked my limp cock with her forefinger saying "pathetic". She walked behind me and twanged the elastic of my thong. Turning and walking towards the bed she said "so this is what you get up to when I am out and by the look at the state of these magazines you have been doing this for a very long time" . What could I say years of masturbatory history was spread before her. Not only were there a large quantity of magazines but so many pages had been spunked over, with many of pictures receiving several loads. So the evidence was conclusive. Her husband was a dirty wanker. "So you get yourself all fired up and spray your cum over these pictures, I suppose" I answered in a soft stutter explaining that it had been a fetish of mine almost since my first wank. Unable to explain why I just said that for some reason it really turned me on looking at and feeling these well used spunked up magazines and that sometimes I held one close to my face, when jerking off, because the smell enhanced the feeling just before I shot my load. "Interesting, perverted but interesting" she said thoughtfully. "You must be feeling quite frustrated now". "No, please can we leave it now, let me get dressed and get rid of all this filth". "Oh no, not yet at any rate". "So that sort explains the filth on the bed but what about the dressing up, incidentally I see you at least have the decency to buy your own undies" "Well yes I bought these because they turned me on and because I feel more comfortable in my own gear. Again it started early on with silk slips of my mothers. The soft light sensual material made me hard and the obsession grew from there". "Do me a favour tuck that useless bit of flesh back into your panties, you look ridiculous". I did as I was told and tucked my flaccid cock behind the little triangle of sheer black nylon. As I did I felt a tingle and stirring as my cock, now nicely encased behind the flimsy fabric, started to harden. The fact that my wife was running her hands over my smooth hosiery of course added to my sensations. "I must say you don't look bad in these stockings, they almost suit you" "I suppose you get turned on looking at yourself in the mirror". "Sometimes" I muttered. "Well go on turn around and look at yourself". I looked at myself in the large cheval mirror. Quite a bizarre sight greeted me, familiar in some respects with me in my lingerie but so strange with my wife crouching down beside me running her hands over my nylon clad legs. Suddenly she said " are you getting hard again"! Sorry I can't help it, me dressed like this and you caressing my legs is just too erotic for words. "Hmmm" she said. And stood up.