A Wife's Revenge
Date: 6/6/2016, Categories: Trans, Author: lana100, Source: xHamster
"What the hell is this!" Michael Landers turned slowly toward his wife. She had been changing the sheets on their bed when she came across an unexpected surprise. When the couple finally stood face to face, Michael noticed his wife of three years staring back, her left arm pointing straight at him with a purple bra dangling off her index finger. "Well, um, it looks like a bra," Michael answered. "Ya think? Gee Michael, I never would have guessed if it hadn't been for you. What I really want to know is who it belongs to and what it was doing underneath your pillow." "What are you suggesting, Meredith?" Michael learned early in his relationships with women that the best defense was to go quickly to the offense. "There's only one person in this house who wears those." "Well, Michael, I hope for your sake that you have started crossdressing, because this certainly isn't mine." "What do you mean, not yours? I've seen you in that plenty of times." "Damn you, Michael. I hate purple. You know I hate purple. Now tell me who it belongs to?" "Maybe it changed color in the wash? You know I'm no good at that stuff." "Michael, you're such an idiot. Now tell me." "I don't know what you're talking about. Honestly, Meredith, you need to keep better track of your things." Michael turned to walk out the door when the bra hit him in the back of the head. "What did you do that for?" "What do you ... take me for, Michael? I'm not stupid. I know who it belongs to, I was just hoping you would show me an ounce of respect and tell me the truth. It's Melissa's. I was with her when she bought it. Where are the matching panties, Michael? Or wasn't she wearing any? She told me it was for someone special. Little did I know..." Her voice trailed off and she began to sob. Michael tried to give her a reassuring hug, tried to tell her he was sorry. His charms had worked dozens of times in the past. He was sure he could wiggle out of yet another predicament. But this time, Meredith would have none of it. "Get your hands off of me!" Startled at the tone of her voice, Michael backed off. "Aren't I good enough for you, Michael? Aren't I pretty enough?" The funny thing is Meredith was pretty enough. They had met in college. Michael was two years older, the captain of the lacrosse team. Meredith was petite with raven colored hair. Her face radiated perfection and her body was pert and toned. By the time she graduated college, the couple was engaged. A year later, they were married. But it wasn't enough. Meredith should have been all the woman he ever wanted, but Michael started to stray shortly after the honeymoon. Mostly it was with women at the office or at the health club. They were short term, sex-only affairs. But Melissa was different. Although she was Meredith's best friend, she was the aggressive one. Michael had spurned her advances as early as two weeks after the ...