N Van Heller - A panty compulsion

Then, quietly, she left the bedroom and returned to her clothes.

Moving carefully forward on her tiptoes, she inched the door open and peered into the hallway. The dim light of a single electric bulb revealed that no one was coming up the stairs and that the other apartment doors were tightly shut. Hurriedly, Sally slipped on her suede miniskirt and then, with her fingers trembling, haphazardly buttoned up her blouse.

She was too excited now to maintain her composure as she dashed down the darkened stairway hugging the incriminating film in her arms.

In her panicky night to the street, however, she had failed to notice the distinguished looking man hiding in the shadows of the second floor hallway. He couldn't fail to see her though, even in the dark, and he followed quickly and quietly a safe distance behind her, tiptoeing silently down the creaking steps.

As Rod caught sight of his wife dashing madly toward the Jaguar, things suddenly became more confused, not clearer. He waited until she was in the car and then hopped into his own vehicle. By now he'd made up his mind that once and for all he was going to find out what was going on, and as the Jag lurched forward, his own car pulled out and trailed a safe distance behind it.

Sally felt an almost overwhelming sense of elation. She was home free now with the horrible film in her possession. Never again would she be forced to undergo the kind of humiliation that the unscrupulous detective had subjected her to. But still, there was the story she had to tell Rod. What could she ever possibly say to him, how could she explain the terrible thing that had driven her to the seemingly bottomless pit of shame and degradation?

The wheels of her mind spun rapidly as she thought, because she knew Rod wasn't going to settle for any cock and bull story. He was going to dig and probe until he was satisfied… until her strange behavior had been thoroughly explained to him.

Try as she might, though, her mind was too confused to fabricate an air-tight story, and as she drove rapidly homeward, she could feel herself getting more and more tense. As she pulled into the driveway, she noticed that Rod's car was gone. God, what a relief, she thought to herself, as she eased the Jag into the garage. At least there would be more time now to compose herself and think…

The fact that his wife had driven straight home from the detective's apartment only added to Rod's vast confusion, and it was instinct that made him park his car down the street and walk the rest of the way to the house. By now he was positive that his wife was really up to something. If he surprised her at the right time he just might be able to discover what that "something" was.

The second Sally opened the door to her house, she realized exactly what she was going to say and do. There was really no choice; she had to tell her husband everything! The indecent exposure she had made of her panties before the young boys was her fault… what had happened at Nestor Burns' apartment was Rod's fault because he was the one who had brought the evil private detective into their lives. If she were going to start all over again, living a normal life, she knew that her husband would have to be told… sparing him none of the details.

Her heart was pounding in a combination of fright and uncertainty as she took a long hot shower. Once she had stepped out and dried herself thoroughly, she was calm and ready.

Oddly enough, she was not surprised to hear Rod moving around in the front room. Some instinct had told her that he had quietly entered the house while she was in the bathroom washing off the vile sperm of three strange men and the German shepherd.

And now her earlier apprehension returned. What if he left her? God, that was too unbearable to think about. She loved him, loved him deeply… and now that she had finally cured herself of her terrible compulsion she could love him freely, uninhibited… could bring him greater happiness than he had ever suspected could exist.

Drawing a deep breath, Sally stepped into the front room. Rod was behind the bar; she saw him staring at her, mouth agape in surprise… and something else, anger perhaps. He continued to stare, and for a second she was perplexed; he looked as if he had never seen her before.

She looked down at her own nakedly voluptuous body, trying to discover what was so different about her. And then, she dimpled. Of course… in all their years of marriage, her own husband had never seen her completely naked before… had never seen her without panties.

Sensually, deliberately flaunting every bit of her feminine allure, Sally walked across the room toward her husband.

"Darling," she said. "I think I owe you an explanation. Sit down. There's a film I want you to see first… and then I'll answer any question you want…"

But, as she turned away, she caught the hungry gleam in his eyes and realized that he probably wouldn't have too many questions…