Some girls at work unabashedly
showed off a hickey. I wore a turtleneck for a week. Hubby stared but said
nothing after my desperate explanation a broom handle was the cause. Edward was
apologetic when he called and did not mention the rescued panty. He asked what
my husband's reaction was, not mentioning but inferring about the hickey. I
told him he never noticed which made him feel better but I re-learned guppies,
need to be kept separate to avoid another imbroglio, the next which could upend
all my machinations of serving 2 men.
In response to the red panty fiasco Edward took me to a lingerie shop and bought risqué hipsters embroidered with cheeky, "Ring My Chimes", "Please, Please Me", "Make Me Purr", "Stroke My Fire", "Pull Down To Open", “Try It You’ll Like It” and "Shake And Bake and one even with a zipper crotch all to proclaim Miss Puki was his.
Hubby was fascinated with my logo
underwear and asked where I got them. I lied and said K-Mart. He went there and
couldn’t find any like them. I lied again and said it was a close out. He
remained suspicious as I didn’t shop at K-Mart but was also fascinated. Even
though he suspected something, he was pleased I wore them and was aroused when
Thereafter I never wore lingerie when with Edward without his stamp of approval. Edward’s command was I never wear any panties he did not select. I disobeyed and with hubby often wore ones he selected including his red Valentine. Wearing different panties, I two timed both.