“Give me your panties. Now, please.”
“What? Here?”
“Yes, right here, right now.”
“But people are watching.”
“You only need worry that I’m watching. Panties now!”
Very slowly, she hooks her fingers in her panties and slides then down her legs. Stepping out of them, she bends at the waist, picks them up and drops them into my hand.
Lifting them to my nose, I smile and ask, “Why are your panties damp?”
“Tell me,” I say, after seeing her hesitate.
“You’re making me wet,” she whispers.
“Of course, darling, I’m your husband.”
She whispers, “Same time next week?”
