My Wife Karen
By Tiffany Scott
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My wife of five years moved her lips close to one of my ears. "You know!" She said, breaking the silence that had been enveloping us for the last couple of minutes. "I guess I have to agree with you. Satin and lace do make a person feel sexy and feminine!" She teased.
She was throwing my own words back into my face. Words that I had said to her just a month earlier when I told her she should stop wearing cotton panties. Her only response at the time was that cotton panties were more comfortable. But four weeks later, on her birthday, she had more to say after opening her present and finding several pairs of lacy panties and a matching bra and panty set constructed of shinny satin inside the box.
She looked at me for a moment, then back at the contents of the box, then back at me again. I smiled, then shrugged. "I think they pretty! Not to mention sexy!" I told her, already aware that she wasn't pleased. A moment or two passed, then she she moved the box onto my lap. "If you like them so much! You wear them!" She said in a firm voice. I told her not to be like that, but after a short time she lifted the matching bra and panty set up between us. "I mean it!" She told me. "If you like them so much, you wear them. If you show me that you like them enough that your willing to wear them, then I'll consider wearing them myself!" She said matter-of-factly.
I felt myself blushing a little as I lowered my eye's. When I looked up she was still starring at me. "I'm serious." She said. "If you'd really like to see me wearing them, then you'll put them on for me first." She said. Then she stood up and told me that she was going to take a quick shower before bed.
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