[Savagist]

My wife and I get invited to my boss' lake cabin for a weekend with him and his wife. It's a two hour drive up there. We arrive on Friday afternoon and it's mostly having drinks, grilling food, cruising the lake on the pontoon and soaking in sun Friday night and all day Saturday. It's a really nice weekend and a beautiful lake home.

Wife and I stay in the main guest bedroom. We get intimate with each other late at night when everyone is sleeping. My boss and I know each other well, but he's 15 years older than my wife and I so we are trying not to make noise being in their guest bedroom. In a way it felt like fooling around as if parents were in the next room. But mission accomplished more or less.

Sunday morning we wake up, pack our clothes, straighten up the guest bedroom, thank my boss and his wife for hosting us for the weekend, and get on the road back home early in the morning. My wife does laundry first thing when we get home so sandy swimsuits don't linger in suitcases. While she's doing that, she come and asks me if I grabbed any of her things - of which I didn't. She tells me she thinks she left her underwear at my boss' lake cabin. I told her I triple-checked the guest room when we left so we must have them somewhere. They are a silky-satin pair of panties and they are my favorite all-time pair of underwear my wife has ever had. So odd as it sounded it was important to us to find them.

We re-check the suitcases once more and the car in case they fell out. They are nowhere to be seen. We're trying to recount how they could have went missing. My wife was wearing this pair that Saturday night and we both checked the guest room as we left specifically so we didn't leave anything - even under the bed.

Then my wife gasped as if she realized what happened. She wore the pair to bed that night. She took them off while we fooled around in the bed and never put them back on. In the morning she put on fresh clothes and we think the pair got caught in the blankets and bed sheets and we made the bed over the top of them. It was the only scenario that made sense to us.

I didn't want to ask my boss about it. My wife doesn't know his wife well enough to randomly text and ask about them. So we just decided to leave it be and hope we never heard about them. We had a laugh and theorized about what might have happened to them. Whoever slept in that bed next was probably the person who would find them. And it seemed like that would have been my boss' high school / college-age son but we really had no idea. I do wonder what happened to them occasionally though. It would be interesting to know.