[winston optic beer]

Since I answered this thread, my wife has taken to wearing knickers again. I've never got round to asking what's prompted the change. However, she did go commando in a short dress at her work Christmas party a couple of years ago.

She'd lost a bit of weight that year and bought a sparkly short dress specially for the occasion some time advance. I'd agreed to drive her there and back so I was sitting the bedroom waiting for her to finish getting ready. The dress was a given, but she couldn't make up her mind which tights and shoes went with it. In the end, we selected the nearest match of shoes to the dress and decided that bare legs was the only look that worked with both.

As she made her final check in the mirror, I noticed that her panty line was prominent on her bum and pointed this out to her. She said she realised this would be a problem and was wondering if she should ditch the knickers.


I took this to mean she had already decided this was what she wanted to do, but was giving me the opportunity to veto it. Although, she had done this many times before, it was a rare thing for to be out her own without me and wearing such a short dress.

Now, she was going to a big do with hundreds of people from the wider organisation. I might have hesitated if she worked in a mixed group, but I knew she'd be in the company of 25 or so women - there were no men in her section. No doubt, there'd be guys on other tables, but I trusted her completely.

Also, I liked the thought that she'd be living dangerously all evening. Therefore, I said if she felt she'd be more comfortable going commando then that was what she should do. As a result, she quickly dropped her panties to the floor and stepped out them in her heels

After taking a quick snap of her party get up on her phone to show her colleagues on social media, we went out to get into the car. As soon a she stepped out of our back door, the bitterly cold December air hit a very sensitive spot and she let out a little squeal of surprise. We laughed together over this, as we'd both forgotten that she'd left her knickers in the bedroom.

Now our car has very high seats. This didn't matter at our house because no one was there to watch her climb in and, in any case, it was too dark to see anything. It was a different story when Idropped her off at the posh venue with lots people milling around outside on an illuminated red carpet area.

She struggled to keep her knees together as she swivelled in her seat and slid out of the vehicle. It was tricky for her to stop her dress riding up as she dropped to the ground. Then she squealed again as the freezing cold air hit that very sensitive spot which she'd only just managed to keep hidden from the throng of party goers. I chuckled to myself over this reminder of unbridled nether regions as she hurried to get into the warm hotel.

Sorry, I'm going to have to finish this story later.