Underwear: His And Hers

Early morning Honey Lips and I stepped out to pay some bills as it is month-end and all.  We reached the post office and was waiting for the counter-lady to bring the necessary paperwork when Honey Lips said,

"When you wear yellow

You turn on this fellow

My insides go jello

And makes me feel mellow"

So clichéd but he deserved the sloppy kisses I rained on his cheeks and ears right there in the post office.

But before we reached the post office, we were in the car, stopped at a zebra crossing, when this lady wearing a tight skirt walking by on the sidewalk a few metres ahead of us.

"Look at her panties.  She's wearing granny panties.  You see why you must wear thong?", Honey Lips tells me in his mr-know-it-all-voice.

"I'm a panty pervert.  I like looking at women's panties. It's interesting to know what kind of panties they wear.  Granny thongs!", he keeps on blaberring while I chuckle.

You ask why I didn't smash him on his head?

Well, first off, it's not the first time, my husband made his eldritch (he claims to be a mutant) fondness for panties be known to me.  Secondly, I can't really slap him because uh, most of the times, I uh...wear his underwear.

Hold on!  Let me explain!

Well Honey Lips hates speedos.  One day, he was doing his own clothes-shopping when he mistakenly put two packs of speedos in the check-out basket.  He hustles when he shops.  When he reached home I saw the speedos and I was a bit surprised.  He was surprised too.  And you know he never wore 'em.  He told me to 'pack it up'.  What he means is 'put it in your underwear drawer'.  I did.  In the meantime I'm stocking up on thongs because I know how he loves them.  Then came my period.

Uh huh...I'm out of granny panties and I'm a pad girl (I'm not ashamed of that!) so of course I saw the speedos.  Plus, they are in dark colors.  Better for me.  They are so comfy! When I would be home alone, I would have nothing else on but my speedo.  Sometimes, I wear 'em even after my period is done!

So yeah, I can't admonish him for his guilty pleasure because of my own nasty secret.  Which is not a secret anymore.

Now you can laugh at me!