Chapter #5An Unusual Reprieve by: BeeJay   By the second Saturday, I was wondering if I should kick him out of my bed, and out of my life.
Dr. Hurt was certainly no help, as he wasn't answering my calls or emails. I was at my wit's end.
It got so bad that I had to pretend I was too tired to do anything, and I stretched out on the bed. But I didn't actually get any sleep, as I was certain he would come in after me.
Sure enough, the bedroom door opened, and I heard his footsteps approaching the bed. If he tries anything, I swore to myself, it's over between us.
Surprisingly, instead of feeling his hands on my body, I heard him open the drawer on my nightstand. And then, I couldn't hear him doing anything except breathing.
I slowly opened my eyes, as if I really had been sleeping, and got a surprise: There he stood, with a pair of my panties in his hands, staring at them like he'd never seen anything like them before. "May I help you?"
I startled him, but he recovered quickly. "Are these your panties?"
"Yes," I replied, unsure where this was going. "What about them?"
"Do... do you think I could wear them?"
Needless to say, I certainly wasn't expecting to hear that. "Go right ahead."
Without another word, he put his legs through the holes and pulled them on. Then, he just stood there.
"Well?"
"Well what?"
"Aren't you going to screw my brains out one more time?"
The question seemed to puzzle him. "I... well, I suppose I could. But you seemed like you wanted your rest. Don't you want that anymore?"
Another surprise. "Yes, I do. Thank you."
With that, he put his pants on over the borrowed panties, and left the room.
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Maybe the one had no connection to the other; however, once he started wearing panties, his sex drive tamed considerably. Our lovemaking went down to two or three times a day, a pace I certainly had no problem with. And, when he went back to work, he was content to call me on the phone and tell me he loved me, as opposed to rushing home to get his rocks off. And, while he continued to show up in most of the rooms I was in, it was only to give me a hug or a kiss.
As far as I was concerned, if his wearing panties meant that I had my husband back, that was fine by me.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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