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He was the only man in the lingerie department of the department store. Sharon was buying panties to replenish her dwindling supply. She mumbled to herself as she browsed rack after rack, dropping the names of various men at the warehouse where she was a shipping clerk. Such-and-such a guy liked yellow, such-and-such liked lacy panties. Tom noticed other women looking at Sharon and at him. He sidled over and murmured, "Honey, do you have to talk? People can hear!" Sharon glanced at him in disgust. "Oh, just go and wait by the cashier, will you? Honestly! What a fuss you make every time I buy some panties!" Tom opened his mouth to argue, but thought better of it, and did as he was told. Sharon would not hesitate to take the paddle to his bottom at home if she was angry enough. It had been a year since the last time but the memory was fresh in Tom's mind. As he drove home, Tom wondered if he should try to convince her to change her ways. He knew he had to approach the subject diplomatically, as she tended to get defensive. He decided he would try and present it as a financial topic, rather than as an attempt to salvage the shreds of his manhood. "Honey," he said, "those panties came to over $300." She looked over at him. "Yes, so what?" "Sharon darling, you know I want you to have nice things, but we're spending that amount almost every month now." "Well, Tom, unless you want me to go to work every day with NO panties..." "Oh no, no, sweetheart... but maybe you could tell the guys not to take them after... you know..." Tom stopped, embarrassed and red-faced. "That's a real bright idea, Tom", said his wife. "I'll just tell Big Mike, all 220 lbs. of him, that he can't keep my panties after he takes them off and fucks me. What should I do, wrestle him to the ground and take them back?" "No, I guess not, dear," said Tom. "No, I guess not indeed, you dummy. Just drive." Tom had intended to follow up with a suggestion to maybe not have sex with everyone and anyone at work, but he realized that such a proposal was not going to fly. Sharon had landed the job at the warehouse about 3 years previously. She had gone to the interview in a skirt that Tom thought was much too short. She had come home late that evening, drunk and dishevelled, with the news that she was starting the following Monday. Tom was pleased to find out that the boss had interviewed and hired her within a half hour, but a little disturbed that he had immediately taken her for a celebration lunch and cocktails, a celebration that lasted some 6 hours. It didn't sound like normal Human Resources Department procedure to Tom. As she stumbled upstairs Tom followed behind with the shoes she had kicked off. He looked up as she reached the top of the stairs and realized in horror that she was wearing no panties. He stopped in shock, but Sharon proceeded into the bathroom and locked the door. His mind was racing and his stomach was in knots. Had she allowed her new boss to have sex with her already? Sharon had indulged her taste for extra-marital flings within a year of their wedding day. She met a good- looking stranger while grocery shopping and agreed to go for a drink at a nearby bar. Drinks were followed by a two hour bout of lusty lovemaking at his apartment. She made no attempt to conceal her adultery from Tom. His angry outburst was met with indifference. He packed a suitcase and booked into a nearby motel, calling only to let her know where he was. Then he sat back and waited for her to beg him to come home. He would go home, he thought, but only after laying down some stiff rules about her conduct. She would know who was boss when he was finished! A week went by without any contact, then another. He began to drive by the house each day, hoping for a glimpse of her. On different occasions, unfamiliar cars would be parked in the driveway. He tried to convince himself she had girlfriends visiting. After a month he crumbled and called to say he was coming home. Sharon quickly told him that if he came back it would be on her terms. He caved and went home wondering how, in the span of only a month, his grand scheme for bringing her to heel had been completely reversed. When he arrived Sharon was standing in the living room. She did not look pleased to see him. He endured a 15 minute verbal assault punctuated by slaps to his face. This was followed by a trip to the kitchen where he was ordered to undress and bend over the table. His protests were silenced by her threat to have some "new friends" come over and hold him down. She delivered 10 hard smacks to his bottom with a wooden paddle, leaving him blubbering in humiliation. "That's what you get if you throw a tantrum and run away from home", she told him. "Why do you behave like a child just because I have casual sex with other men? As if it means anything!" And so the pattern was set for their life together. To her credit, Sharon never rubbed Tom's nose in it by bringing her lovers home. Her flings occurred in hotel rooms, bar and club parking lots and eventually at work. Tom's horror 3 years previously at the sight of his wife arriving home from the interview, drunk and without panties (and no doubt well fucked) was an emotion that he would experience frequently. His humiliation did not lessen over the years. Within a few days of commencing her new job, Sharon was being hit on and groped by the numerous warehouse workers, drivers and management types who had cause to visit her office. The short skirts she always wore made for easy access to her ass and pussy. Pantyhose were a no-no for Sharon. It wasn't long before the first of the many male employees at Global Warehousing was ushering Sharon into a small storeroom for a midday blowjob. He couldn't believe his luck. He was back the following day for more. This time he turned her face to the wall and slipped her panties off. Sharon liked the way he held her the back of her neck tightly and bent her over at the waist. He worked his cock into her and fucked her rapidly for about 30 seconds. She felt him shoot into her. He pulled out, spun her round to face him and pushed her to her knees. He indicated that he needed his cock licked clean. When he was satisfied, he helped her to her feet and kissed her. "Same time tomorrow?" She smiled and shook her head. He looked disappointed. "Don't take me for granted," she told him. "That would be a mistake. And let's keep this quiet, OK?" He assured her that he would, but within a couple of days every man working there knew that the new girl in Shipping could be had. Big Mike, the forklift driver, was one of the first to take advantage of a horny and willing co-worker. He was also the first to walk away from the storeroom with Sharon's panties in his pocket. When he held them up for public viewing in the lunchroom, he started a fad. Every guy there was immediately determined to have his own pair of Sharon's panties to boast about. And so barely a day went by when Sharon didn't accommodate one or more of the almost 200 men who were her co-workers. And while she didn't lose her panties every time, she became quite accustomed to driving home with nothing on under her skirt. Her appetite was voracious enough that she didn't shut Tom out completely. She would often lead him to the bedroom for a little fun and games when she got home from work. Of course on these occasions Tom was aware that he was probably not the first man to be inside his wife that day. And when she wanted him to orally service her, he knew he was tasting more than just her love juice. When he initially protested such a request, he experienced the paddle once more. Subsequently he obeyed without question. And so, once a month or so, Sharon had to restock her underwear drawer. And for some reason unknown to Tom she made him come along. He would cringe as he drove while she chatted on her cell phone to co-workers, laughing and joking about the theft of her panties. The calls were not limited to her cell phone. Every night their phone at home would ring and Tom would be ordered to answer it, knowing full well that it would be a male voice who would ask to speak to Sharon. All of the employees at Global were aware they didn't have anything to worry about as far as Tom was concerned. Sharon would giggle like a schoolgirl as she listened to her most recent lover describe how he was enjoying her panties. Tom, meanwhile, would squirm in shame and embarrassment. Much, much worse for Tom than the shopping trips and the phone calls, though, was the annual Global Warehousing Christmas Party. Each year he was forced to accompany Sharon to whatever locale the Social Committee had rented. There he would endure the agony of knowing that every man there was secretly laughing at him. And of course Sharon would disappear at regular intervals for a few minutes at a time, returning a little drunker and a little more dishevelled each time. All the married men, of course, had to be on their best behavior, but there were plenty of single guys whisking her away for dances and drinks. They paid no attention to Tom at all. The only people who did were other wives who suspected their husbands were misbehaving at work, and who, after a drink or two, would tell Tom to get his slut in check and keep her away from their men. At the most recent Christmas party he had been obliged to look for her at the end of the night. He discovered her unconscious in a small meeting room in the community center. She was sprawled on her back on a table, legs splayed and dress bunched up round her waist. As to be expected her panties were nowhere in sight. Her pussy was gaping and cum was oozing from it. Obviously the last guy to fuck her had just recently left the room. She had cum in her hair and on her face. Tom lifted her from the table and tried to make her as respectable as possible. Then he waited till he thought everyone had left to go home. However, as he half- carried, half-walked his drunk wife to the exit he saw that there were still a few stragglers. They looked away as he passed but as he opened the door he heard the snorts and laughs. He spent the following day waiting on her as she suffered through her hangover in bed. The bedside phone rang a few times and he heard her laughing to the callers as they recounted the events of the previous night. During one conversation he heard her say: "Oh, I don't know...I don't remember anything after the 12th guy!!" Tom cringed. How many men had fucked her? As he brought her tea that afternoon, she was chatting on the phone again. By the way she looked at him when he came in, he knew that he was the topic of the conversation. She held a hand up as a signal for him to wait. "Really?", she asked the caller. "Wouldn't that look silly, a man in a French Maid's uniform? Oh, I see, she would do a makeover? Uh-huh, yeah, shave his legs... a wig... yeah. OK, that's sounds like fun! Get me the number, will ya? OK bye." Tom's stomach was doing slow revolutions. She sat up so that he could put the tray on her lap. "What was that about, dear?" he asked. She sneered. "I'll let you know. Now get out, I want to watch TV in peace." Tom walked slowly back to the kitchen. He knew his nightmare was about to enter a new phase... END * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world contract HIV every year. 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