The Black Underwear
by Marduk of Babylon
Copyright© 2026 by Marduk of Babylon
Erotica Sex Story: a husband finds a couple of black underwear, some with lace trimmings, he is puzzled for his wife is religious but does wonder if the no, no for intimacy is geared only for himself, he investigates - read on
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Fiction Orgy Anal Sex Exhibitionism Facial Oral Sex .
I was only as Rick hung the washing out that he came upon the black underwear with his wife’s washing, at first he didn’t really consider it, but as each load of washing was producing further black underwear, and some with lace finishing that he began to question the reasons for his wife who was very much a follow of mythology and the present deities why black underwear, which for his wife seemed a complete reversal of her moral beliefs for black was more in tone with a sexual interest.
Intimacy of any kind was a no, no, his wife considered any activity that would be classified intimate as contrary to her moral beliefs so as Rick pondered the underwear he wondered if his wife’s attitude to intimacy was reserved for him alone, where it was recognized elsewear, there was one course of action he could take for because of his wife’s so called belief he had sought relationship with other women, therefore he knew the location of massage parlours and brothels. He didn’t think a massage parlour would account for the underwear, so he visited the brothel, ‘the smile of satisfaction’ and spoke to the woman that services him; she didn’t recognize the photo of his wife, neither did the woman on the reception desk but when asking around a woman did, she told him the photo he displayed was Fay, she worked only on Wednesdays.
Wednesdays was the day his wife was out, she told him that she attended various activities of the assembly she was a member of and always stayed for lunch and after lunch activities and always got home around 4.30. Rick smiled, but the next part of the operation was to get a disguise so he could visit the brothel on Wednesday and meet Fay. That was the difficult part and it would take the beautician some time to disguise him, to win the competition he told the beautician he hoped to enter and would win a good prize if no one recognized him for he was well known.
It was over a month before he could visit the brothel and although know by the reception woman, he was not recognized, he played the part of a new customer and was asked if he would like to meet the women, ‘Yes please’ was his reply and in the lounge, another area he played dumb in knowing where it was. There were 6 women, his wife was number 3. He asked her if she covered all sexual activity, cock sucking, fucking both cunt and bum. ‘I like my balls given rough treatment while I am being sucked’, he told her as he did all the women, and like them all, she replied. ‘Yes I can accommodate that and yes I fuck up the bum as well as my cunt’
In his own mind he found it hard to combine the wife at home with the woman standing in front of him, where his wife, on the home front would have run, screaming at the use of any sexual language, here she told him she fucked up the arse as well as the cunt and would suck and yank his balls with absolute enthusiasm,
Number 3 he told the receptionist, I like her name. ‘How long he was asked?’ Just half an hour, he was about to say, my usual time, when he remembered he was not Rick but a new client named Warren, again he played dumb in knowing where to go, for he knew every room. ‘Room four is just down the hall, the number is above the room; shower and towels are provided’ he was told.
He gave a nod and proceed to the room.
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