Going back maybe fifteen years ago, my wife went through a phase of going commando all the time. I got quite used to it until one summer day when we went for a lunchtime visit to the local pub. She put on a shortish flouncy dress because it was a scorcher.
As we made our way across the pub car park and up some steps, it occurred to me that there was a remote possibility of a slight breeze catching her dress and revealing all. That made me acutely aware of her lack of knickers and excited me a little.
With that still on my mind, we walked in and stood near the bar. Sitting at a table, therewas a couple whom we knew well but hadn’t seen for a while.
The guy rushed across to speak to us or more likely my wife, There was a bit of history there. In the past, he’d come to see her as a bit of a sex symbol. It was probably a novelty for him to see her in a summer dress. The first thing he did was compliment her on how good she looked in what she was wearing. .
Given that my mind was on what she wasn’t wearing, I couldn’t help myself. I stupidly said to him “You say that without even knowing what she’s wearing underneath.” The words just came out on their own without me engaging my brain.
Thinking I was going to give away that she was enjoying having fresh air waft around her pussy, she looked daggers at me. She was probably worried I might try to lift her dress to show him. I thought I’d gone too far and she was going to make me regret it.
Completely misunderstanding me, the guy said “Oh, I don’t know. I quite like big knickers.” My wife’s angry frown dissolved into an amused grin. Phew! I was off the hook.
After he’d gone, she laughed her socks off saying “He thought you meant I was wearing granny knickers that would put him off.”
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