When we were newly married, I purchased see-through belly-dancer lingerie for my wife. Similar to Jeannie's wardrobe from earlier episodes of the American sitcom,
"I Dream of Jeannie".
I believe it was during a holiday (Christmas, perhaps), and the entire clan was together under one roof. My wife was trying on the outfit in our bedroom, and looking at herself in a full-length mirror. Something about the colour of the lingerie made her areolae stand out more than usual. It was truly striking to see. She had closed the bedroom door, which had no lock.
Without warning, my sister and her husband barged into our bedroom to inquire about something trivial, just as my wife was standing there in her see-through lingerie. My sister quickly apologised and departed. But her husband just stood there ogling my wife's breasts, which are unusually large for her petite frame. Painfully embarrassed, my wife quickly covered up and my sister had to physically drag her husband out of our bedroom.
My sister's husband is a disagreeable git, in my opinion, and comes across as creepy at times. And this fleeting glimpse caused all manner of angst and anguish for both marriages for many years, as my sister's husband repeatedly made an issue of having seen my wife's breasts. To this day, my wife avoids any family rendez-vous where he is present.
