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 ï>¿What Underwear? By NoPantiesTami

   Rejuvenating a stale marrage.

   After a couple of decades of marriage, the spark king of faded a little
and as of late she had become less cooperative with my ideas of fun.  Since
she didn't need to work and my job was highly stressful, I needed intimacy
my wife and the little things she used to do seemed to not matter as much
any more.

   After another argument, I decided to do something.  I acted like a good
husband by carrying the laundry down stairs and wash some clothes.

    -<While I sorted the laundry, I separated my wifes panties from the
rest of the clothes, then I dumped them behind the washing machine and
dryer.

   After a couple of days Tami asked, did you do something with my
underwear?  I just smiled and she smirked back saying, I'll just buy some
more.  I said if you do, they will disappear as well.

   I can't go around with out panties all the time especially at church. 
Why not?  You used too all the time.  Thats one of the reasons I married
you.  How about we compromise?  I'll take you underwear shopping but we'll
pick them out together.

   We went to the lingerie aisle and she gravitated to granny panties and
pretty pastels.  I suggested skimpier and held up a pair of thongs.  You
really want me wearing those.  No, I'd rather you be naked under your
skirt, as you are now.

   She kind of half smiled and took them and said I don't know how
comfortable it will be with that string up my butt.  We ended buying about
half a dozen pairs of thongs.  I found a pair with a metal chain and
insisted we buy those as well.

   After a couple of days, it was time for Sunday School.  We loaded the
kids in the back of the car and headed on to church.  By the way, the car
we drove was a small Ford Contour sedan.  If you've read the story, "I Love
Shopping With You" it was the same vehicle we drove while when we made love
while I was driving.  Back to our story.

   We arrived at church, ushered the kids in and my wife whispered in my
ear, I'm wearing my chain thong.  I  -<smiled and took her by the hand.

   She was friendlier than she had been in a ling time and after Sunday
School, several of the saints go out and eat together for a time of
fellowship.  We kept sharing knowing glances during our meal and on the way
home, the kids dozed off in back of our car.

   While I was driving, I asked Tami how did the thong feel.  She said it
wasn't as bad as she thought.  My wife asked what did I think of her
wearing her chain thong.  I liked it and I'll call you my chain woman.  She
looked in back to make sure the kids we asleep, than reach over, unzipped
my dress pants and pulled out my erection.  She gripped the shaft with the
head sticking up like a mushroom.  You better put him away  -<before
pulling in the drive way and the kids awake.

   I'll empty you out when we get home.

   That was the first of many times for a bit until one Sunday we were
heading to church and she whispered in my ear the thong she's wearing was
uncomfortable.

   I suggested she take it off.  We pulled in and I got the kids out of the
back of the car.  Tami lingered a bit then followed.  I didn't think
anything of it at the time.

   When the preacher started ministering, Tami leaned over and whispered in
my ear, no u's.  I didn't understand at first then I looked at her and she
smiled, no u's.

   I put my arm behind her and pulled her closer to me.  I put my hand in
the thigh and she gripped it tight and from that time on Tami rarely wore
panties.

   No panties on at church, home, and shopping.  When we go to out of town
to church camp or on vacation, she wouldn't pack any underwear.

   Even when we went motorcycle riding, no panties.  I had to be careful
how I parked so when she dismounted no one else would know our secret.  It
is nice to be flashed by my wife when possible and great to grab my wife
backside and feel her lack of underwear.