" If you win, you got it!"And with that Trent was up and out of the house before Marsha could say another word and she was left to begin a torturous s...eries of rounds of self doubt and with them the beginnings of serious doubts about her marriage.Later that afternoon, before Randy got home from work, Trent and Marsha arranged the nature of the wager. Marsha was uncomfortable with how self assured Trent was. She chided herself for doubting Randy. Yes, he had a thing for young girls, but he wasn't. I paid close attention to his words, though at the same time, while I sipped my drink, I couldn’t help but cut glances at his wife’s direction. She sure looked hot sitting like that, and I’ll bet she knew it, too.About thirty or so minutes into the game, my boss’s phone rang and he picked it up and went to a corner to answer it. I scooped up the last of the peanuts that was on my plate. In no time, his wife came over, enquiring if I needed more. She was half bent towards me, and I caught a good. “She’s a big girl and can take care of herself. Besides she’s supposed to work, tonight,” he said trying to keep his irritation out of his voice.“We could have scheduled this for a night when she would be off of work,” she said.A little kernel of anger tried to escape, but he fought it down. This was supposed to be a date between a man and his wife. There was nothing romantic about an angry exchange of words. He took a deep breath to calm down.“This is supposed to be a date,” he said wondering. She wanted that bag, and bad. Her mind raced with ways to get it. Dad would surely know if she took it, and questions might be asked. She got an idea. She went and got another pair of her panties just like the cummed on ones in dads bag. She wiped her wet pussy with them to get her aroma on them. She went back and with her finger wiped some wet cum on the new ones, and then switched them. Her fingers trembled as she carefully put everything back just like it was.She got a plastic bag and put.