Another long weekend followed, Sir texting requests to ensure I was always wearing my sexy knickers, it was becoming a challenge as I had to put worn boxers into the wash when my wife questioned if I had stopped changing my pants.
The fine weather continued and Tuesday rolled around, and I'm was as giddy as a schoolgirl as I got closer to my country run.
As I exited the town, there at the stop nearest my house is my Wife, it was unkind, but my heart sank.
She would join me in high summer for runs to the country and we would have a picnic, often as a welcome surprise.
She got on and we exchanged pleasantries, and yes, she had a picnic for us for lunch.
As I drove the route my gloom and doom deepend, Sir was always discreet, but What if he and April were waiting, April in her "too short tennis skirt" or something similarly revealing?
With sad heart I pass my lay-by obviously without changing.
Next stop, there's Sir looking gorgeous in his hiking shorts and boots, Would he even recognise me?
The doors open with a sigh, Sir walks on, his head tilts like a dog when they're confused, then he smiles, turns to see my wife and Says "All the way, Driver" taps his card and heads down to sit Infront of my wife.
I hear him say "Usually have the bus and driver to myself" to her before the sound of the engine drowns out their conversation.
When we get to the Village, I pull up and switch off, and hear the end of the conversation "No, it's been closed since last Easter, but my house is literally around the corner, please, come and use my bathroom"
Pangs of jealousy hit me, both for my wife being chatted up and not having Sirs attention.
They come down the aisle
"This young man has offered to let me use his loo, be back in a minute.
and like that, I sit like a lemon, watching my wife, dressed in a nice button through summer dress, disappear with Sir.
I was confident that nothing untoward would happen, my wife was completely sexless.
I often fantasied about her talking a lover. She went out with friends or girls from the office once a week, when she went out with the cleaners from work she would joke about how much more raucous they were, I also noticed how this was the only time she looked sexy going out, shorter skirts or leather look legins, more make up. Only once, at the last cleaners Christmas drinks, she was home earlier than expected, I was still up watching telly, she came in but went straight up to the bedroom and changed into PJ's, her clothes into the washing machine. As someone who gets up to no good, that was very suspicious, but of course, I didn't say anything.
Time ticked on, and on, I was left on my own for Lunch, charming, I thought.
It was time to leave, where the fuck was she, I was getting cross, when they both turned the corner, I instantly noticed another button undone on her dress, but you would still say she looked conservative.
They were laughing and chatting and I was so, so jealous.
They got to the door, my wife saying thank you and leaned in to kiss him on the cheek,WTF
Sir said "Sorry Driver, I didn't mean to monopolies your wife, see you next time"
My wife hopped on and mouthed "Sorry" but her smile suggested she wasn't.
Later, at home she told me what a nice man he was, lovely house, after using his loo, he had offered coffee and a cold drink, and had talked her I to staying, next thing I know the cold drink is a glass of wine and we're talking like we were old friends. "
I hope you behaved yourselves?
My wife gave me a withering look, I'm guessing nothing happened.
She said " he was really interesting, his wife works in London and the poor man has to look after himself"
He's pretty good and looking after himself I thought.
"We chatted so much, I told him about our grown up kids, menopause, and life in general.Dont be upset, but he asked how I dealt with my menopause and I told him about your cross dressing "
WHAT!
" don't be cross, he explained most men had tried it to some extent, even him.it was very common in older marriages, and I should embrace it, don't let it be a bad thing, if anything I should encourage you."
As you can imagine my head is spinning.
"He's very charming and persuasive"
What do you mean I said
" Well, he suggested I let you wear your knickers around the house "
there was a long silence, what do I say?
" So, she said, would you put some on for me to see now?"
My throat is dry, do I admit I'm wearing them now?
She asks if I'm ok with this, I responded it's out of the blue, you have never been happy about this.
" The nice man did say I had to embrace it, let you have some fun, go on, get some on now."
I went upstairs and changed into a fresh pair, white satin and lace, not see through, with a little bow at the front.
I returned back downstairs with my trousers up,
"Come on let me see? "
Somehow this feels wrong, but she has a new found confidence.
I undo my belt, she says, " come over here, so I can see"
I stand in front of her and drop my trousers.
"Oh they are nice," she rubs my stiffening cock,
"I can see you like them too, you must wear them all the time,and we can go out shopping together, I could do with some more sexy knickers"
Well, that's a welcome change I thought,
" Come on, off to bed, but don't get any ideas,"
some things never change, but as I lay in bed in my panties, I knew something had changed in our lives
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. Going to have to rush off and change into a fresh one, or maybe one of my little ‘G’ strings as this has me so horny right now, hehe 
Till the next time 
xxx Tia 
xxx Tia 
Ugg! Mine are all skimpy panties and thongs I wear mostly 
