The saga continues with Natalie, the mysterious panties, and her husband. She starts out angry, and ends up sad. I feel for her, and am rooting for her. What are your thoughts? Haven’t read the first two? Click here to get caught up!
You all didn’t really think I was going to wear HER panties, did you? No, those things are buried at the bottom of my unmentionables’ drawer. But I did find the exact same ones in a different size, a smaller size. Fat floozy! I doubt my cheating husband checked the size as he peeled them off her anyway. If indeed that’s what happened. Maybe there really is a perfectly good explanation for all this. My mission is to find out! I’m angry, can you tell?
Although these fit quite nice, and they feel rather good, I still hate them. Yellow. Yellow underwear? That’s the color of pee. Just doesn’t seem very sexy to me. If I was making my way down a girl’s stomach, tracing my tongue across her navel to the top edge of her pants, unbuttoning her jeans, and slowly sliding them down, the last color I would want to see is yellow. Pink, red, or black. Yes! Those are the colors of sex. Yellow is the color of nursing homes. Insta turnoff. For me anyways. And for those of you wondering, yes, I’ve done that before. Wink wink!
We will see what my husband thinks. Despite not really wanting him to touch me after finding these hideous foreign undergarments, a girl still has needs. And perhaps it isn’t what it seems. I am hoping not. I like him. I really do. He is a good man; or was. He isn’t super jealous of my job, but he cares enough to be slightly worried. I’ve never given him reason to be, but I get it. And it’s nice to feel, you know, I don’t really know the word. It’s nice that he’s worried sometimes. It means he wants me and doesn’t want anyone else to have me. Or maybe he thinks I’m pretty enough for someone else to want me. You know what I mean? Maybe I am just being weird. But I know what I am trying to say. It makes me sad that maybe he doesn’t want me anymore. Or maybe he does but found someone else he likes better. I’m a good wife, I think. I hope. I’m getting weepy now so let’s talk later. Date night is in a few days. I hope I am wrong about all this.
Natalie’s next installment gets a bet steamy. Viewer discretion is advised!