Chapter 28, Panties From Heaven
While Edward ignored my husband and family, he too was jealous. He wanted control by marking me as his. For Valentine's Day hubby bought me a sheer red panty with a big embroidered heart, his attempt to counter brand me. I called Edward the next morning.
"Yes, sweetie pie. What's up?"
"Are you still in bed?"
"No, I'm munching toast. It would be better munching you."
"Get back in bed. I'm coming over. Tell Sir Lancelot I got a surprise."
"What kind of surprise?
"Just stay in bed and don't get bed crumbs on the sheets. I just cleaned them."
Racing over with the panty on,
skipping my usual Mall parking lot drive through security check, I let myself
in with the key I now had, scampered up to his bedroom and put my finger to my
lips as I entered.
"Shhh.. Stay in bed! I got your surprise. Look and see."
I lifted my skirt and flashed the panty then slowly turned around and back, pranced about, and flouted it with a few old belly dance moves.
Fluttering close as he watched transfixed, he reached over, grabbed me and pulled me to bed. Still dressed including shoes, he pushed the crotch aside and we romped hard with my legs up. Finished we lay next to one another.
"I like my Valentine’s present but you’re a day late."
"Turn you on? Sir Lancelot seems to like it."
"Look's great. Where’d you get it?'
"Don't question a present."
"Tell me, where?"
"Gift? Who? Who buys you panties? Are you seeing another?"
"Don't be silly."
"Oh, don't worry my suspicious Sir Lancelot, hubby”.
"Take it off! Take it off! Give it to me! I don't want you to wear it."
After stupidly telling the truth,
struggling to get it past my shoes, he grabbed it, roughly, pulled it off, got
up and tossed it in the bathroom waste basket. Back in bed, he pushed my legs
apart and insisted on another romp. Once he forced his way in, he sucked on my
neck and gave me a hickey as I protested.
After he finished, I felt my neck, got up with the excuse of needing to pee and looked in the bathroom mirror. He left a big red blotch, marking me as his. Branded with his hickey I retrieved the panty and hid it in my bra. When I came out of the bathroom he had already gone downstairs. I slipped on the panty, descended the stairs and informed him.
"I need to rush home."
"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry Sunshine. Forgive me."
'No, it was a mistake, my mistake. I'm sorry I upset you."
I left taking blame for what could
be considered rape.