They don't fitright...not built for a guy at all. But the feel as I slide them iselectric...I'm hard as can be...I imagine I'm her now. And she's me...I wake up...my wife leaning over me..."Hey, I gotta get on the road." Shesays. I look up bleery-eyed at her. She's leans over and pecks me on thecheek...I smell that body lotion and catch a glimpse down her blouse..."Okay, see you tonight," I reply. "Later, babe." she says; and with thatshe's off. I look down wondering for a fleeting second if I actually hadon her panties or not...LOL... No, it was dream. I get up and watch herdrive away.I walk over to her dresser, I had never done this before...I open eachdrawer in order and see a world foreign to husbands. Panties...alllsorts...thongs...assorted colors and textures...cotton, satin. On theleft side...boy cut and spanx. Next drawer, lingerie and bras...babydolls, basques, pantyhose. I pick up a pair...black...shiny"Woolford" brand...my wife's favorite. What's it like to wear. "In college," I said. "I didn't want to tell you because ... I don't know, I just didn't ... I don't know." I don't know why I didn't tell you either? Maybe I was afraid you'd tell the folks and they would go crazy."Then she added "Your roommate?" Nearly every night," I admitted. In the dark I was blushing about this intimate secret I had just let out, but deep down I was smiling at the sweet memories of my roomie's tight body and unbridled libido."Me too," she said.Simultaneously we burst into laughter, the bed shaking beneath us, our breasts and nipples rubbing accidentally. And then equally simultaneously, we stopped laughing. The room was quiet, so quiet that you could cut the silence with a knife. Outside noises, my Grandfather's clock ticking, the refrigerator compressor humming, valets slamming car doors may have existed but they never registered. Nor did either of us move, except for the rise and fall of our breasts as we took in and expelled air from our lungs.Angel had made.
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