This is the second time I’ve done this. I usually get new underwear at Christmas. Towards the end of the year much of my underwear is no longer wearable. What was wearable is in the wash.
So, while wife and daughter slept, I went over to my wife’s underwear drawer, and picked out this nice silk boxerlike piece of lingerie, as being not too unmasculine.
Unfortunately they didn’t fit over my tree trunk legs.
So, I found some silk panties, got dressed and came to work.
Hopefully I won’t get into a car wreck on the way home and be found wearing them. Other than that, they feel nice, and I’m still secure (if a little tight,) in my manhood.
You pantywaist. Does she know you do this? I picture her meeting you at the door tonight, stripping the suit off you to reveal the Mandingo warrior beneath, and finding her frillies.
Will there be shrieks of horror? Will the words “we need to talk” be uttered in the Scylla household tonight? Or will there be the hottest married sex ever as she ties you to the bed and strips the panties off you?
Come on, people, Scylla is just testing the waters here. I’d bet he’s been wearing the little silk panties for weeks now and decided to check our reaction to see how “out of bounds” he was from normalcy.
Scy, buddy, if it feels good, do it. Rejoice in your new-found silky comfort, you’ve earned it.