[johnnieuk]

we were on a plane to NYC. A 7 hour flight so plenty of time to talk. She was in my team at the bank, working on infrastructure strategy. I don't remember how we got onto the subject, but I had told her that I bought all my wife's underwear. She went quiet for a while and said that she bought her underwear on a Letchworth market stall.

Nothing happened on the flight, but I was intrigued and came to realise that i fancied her, even though we were both married and she was 12 years younger than me.

We were on an IBM lab tour and it was in San Francisco that she came to my bed and i saw her frumpy bra and knickers as she took them off.

We f**cked all night and barely made the car to get to the airport next morning. I had binned her cotton knickers while she was asleep. I went through her suitcase and threw them all away. I told her that I didn't like her cheap knickers and didn't want her to wear them again. She never said a word about not being able to find her knickers, nor has she worn knickers since 1989.

I chucked out all the elastic bras too, and replaced them all with sexy underwired bras, recently I have repeated that as she seems to have grown from her 36DD to a 38E. Not that I am complaining.

When we arrived back in blighty in 1989 she started the break up process with her husband. They still lived together at the time, but she wouldn't let him f**k her, but they had to sleep in the same bed. It wasn't long before he discovered that his dear wife was actually a really hot chick that no longer wore knickers. He was devastated that her tush was no longer available to him. I am sure she never told him the "no knickers allowed" story.