- Mon Oct 13, 2014 4:42 pm
#47865
My wife and I took a weekend trip to visit a college friend of mine in DC this weekend. We visit him most years and crash on the sofa-bed in his one-bedroom apartment. He's always been frankly admiring of my wife and my wife has always enjoyed showing off a little here and there. Heading from the sofa to the bathroom in a nightie or putting her clothes on in the same room facing away from him. Since my wife sleeps in the nude at home, I've always hoped she'd just use the sheets to cover herself there rather than a nightie, but it had never happened.
So, when I emerged from the bathroom ready to get under the covers on the sofa bed, I was surprised to find my wife dressed in a see through lace nightie sans panties. The lights were off, but the street lights were sufficient to provide all the detail required. As I was putting my day clothes away, my friend came out of his room to tell us something that I can't recall and my wife turned to face him as if she was fully clothed. The conversation lasted only a minute during which my wife pulled out her phone to take a note, allowing the backlight to make up for any missing illumination. Looking at my wife, I realized she'd trimmed her bush into a martini instead of her normal broadish landing strip.
When my friend had gone back into his room, my wife mentioned that she'd left the nightie out on a sofa for a bit when they were chatting so she was sure he'd known she wouldn't be fully covered once the lights were out. She felt the martini would be more amusing and, sure enough, when she ordered one for dinner the following day, my friend smiled and said, "Just what I was thinking."
So, when I emerged from the bathroom ready to get under the covers on the sofa bed, I was surprised to find my wife dressed in a see through lace nightie sans panties. The lights were off, but the street lights were sufficient to provide all the detail required. As I was putting my day clothes away, my friend came out of his room to tell us something that I can't recall and my wife turned to face him as if she was fully clothed. The conversation lasted only a minute during which my wife pulled out her phone to take a note, allowing the backlight to make up for any missing illumination. Looking at my wife, I realized she'd trimmed her bush into a martini instead of her normal broadish landing strip.
When my friend had gone back into his room, my wife mentioned that she'd left the nightie out on a sofa for a bit when they were chatting so she was sure he'd known she wouldn't be fully covered once the lights were out. She felt the martini would be more amusing and, sure enough, when she ordered one for dinner the following day, my friend smiled and said, "Just what I was thinking."