I’ve Been Wearing Women’s Underwear For 6 Months To Keep My Wife Oblivious To The Fact That I Cheated On Her

Producer’s note: this story was excerpted from “CheaterInSexyPanties” user’s Reddit account of somewhat botched adultery.

My wife cut me off sexually years ago with no regard for how hurt and rejected this has made me. And yes, I have tried everything to fix it. She refuses therapy. She sees nothing wrong with her having no libido and doesn’t understand why my hand doesn’t suffice. Hence, I get my physical intimacy needs met elsewhere. And I refuse to divorce because I want to see my children every day. With that out of the way…

Six months ago, I had purchased a few pairs of sexy panties for my girlfriend. I had them all, I thought, safely stuffed into my jacket pocket. However, one must’ve slipped loose when I left for work that morning, because when I came home I found my wife sitting on the couch with the most furious look on her face and one of the pairs of panties sitting on the coffee table. My wife just looked at me as I looked down at them then slowly stalked off to our bedroom.

I don’t know why the idea came to me, but it hit me as soon as she left the room and I knew I had to act immediately and that I had to be quick and silent. Thankfully, my girlfriend had been out sick at work and I still had the other two pairs of panties in my jacket pocket.

Quick as a flash and quiet as a ninja, I stepped out of my shoes and dropped my trousers. Then I whipped off my boxers and stuffed them under the couch. Then I squeezed my big ass into one of the pairs of panties, yanked my trousers back up and stepped back into my shoes.

It was honestly impressive. I bet I got undressed and redressed in all of five seconds before I was headed up the stairs after my wife.

I found her sitting on the bed, still looking furious. I said, in my most soothing tone, “Honey, it’s not what it looks like.”

Then I dropped my pants and let my wife see me, her six foot fall husband, in little pink panties as if I had been wearing them from the moment I walked in the door.
We had a long talk after that. My wife was confused, and a little hurt, that I’d never confessed my supposed fetish to her, but it was minor compared to the fury of earlier. In the end, she was perfectly accepting of it and encouraged me to continue to do so if it made me happy, but never to hide it from her and to not let our children know.

So, that’s why I wear panties to work every day now. Fuck my life. Thought Catalog Logo Mark

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